13 years old and fast asleep, when I wake up for no reason. I glanced over at the clock and it was 3.00am, the room was pretty dark but not entirely as their was a full moon that night ( I know, you couldn't make this shit up ). So I'm already feeling a little at edge because as a young teen I would never wake up in the middle of the night but always slept through until morning.

So I'm about to lay my head back down, when my bedroom door starts opening and the silhouette of a person very slowly enters my room. At that moment (the first couple of seconds) I believe it to be my sister, who has a room next to mine, coming to steal shit off me or whatever. So I sink under the covers so I can jump out and scare her. The problem with my plan is that almost immediately after it enters my room I realize it ain't my sister.

Now at that moment the fear I had was shattering, I tried to stay as still as possible and to limit my breathing in an attempt to appear as if I was sleeping. Hoping and praying this unwelcome guest would leave or disappear, unfortunatley it didn't go as quick as had I wished.

The thing that opened my door was hard to make out but became clearer over time. It was more a blurry shadow at first but it became clearer to me moments later that it was a women with what seemed a long dress that almost touched the floor, like a victorian style dress. I couldn't make out features like face and such but could tell from the shape. It was a very clear shadow but featurless outline of a woman.

It entered my room, almost floated very slowly to the foot of my bed and stayed there for roughly a full minute just looking at me, then it slowly floated over to my window and appeared to me to be staring out into the distance, after another minute passed it faded away and was gone.

I was too scared to go back to sleep and just lay motionless in my bed praying for morning to come so I could tell my mom or dad what had happened. The next morning I wanted to say it to someone but couldn't bring myself to do it, over fear of being laughed at or sounding crazy so I left it.

12 years later my gran is dying and asks to see my mom and me, so we go to her bedside and she tells me she loves me and other stuff dying people like to tell their loved ones, after her and my mother get chatting. My gran tells my mom not to worry because she knows there is an afterlife and my mom asked how are you so sure.

My gran started to tell a story of one night she awoke for no reason to see a ghost enter her room, float to the foot of her bed, watch over her for a moment then float to the bedroom window and fade away, and that it was a woman wearing a long dress. She said she thought it was an angel/spirit looking out for her.

After my gran told my mother that, my mom looked shocked and told my gran she had seen the exact same thing and that it had happened exactly how my gran explained it. That is when I decided to tell them about my experience, it appears we all seen the same ghost and I later found out that others in the family had seen her too.

The last thing my gran said that day was not to be worrying about the dead, that it was the living that hurt you.

I am not a particulary religous person in fact I would consider myself very sceptical, I know its sounds crazy, but I assure you all I am being very honest.
Take it for what you will.