Was that your sister? Ghost Story

I have always been interested in a person's personal paranormal experiences, and have always been intrigued with "Ghosts." The personal experience I am about to share was one that just confirmed what I already suspected.

I was eleven years old when I invited my friend, Janna, to spend the night at my house. "If you do anything to scare me I promise I will call my parents to pick me up, no matter what time it is," she had told me a few hours before she came over.

We had basically spent the night talking about school and people. Nothing interesting happened until it was about 1:00 A.M. In the morning and we were in my room, still talking. I kept looking at my bedroom door because every time I would look at it, it seemed to be opening more. I didn't tell Janna about it because I thought it would freak her out, and she would leave. So a knot kept pulling tighter and tighter in my stomach until we finally fell asleep around 2:00 A.M.

My room was set up so my twin bed would be positioned almost perfectly aligned with my bedroom door. The chair Janna had insisted on sleeping on was also perfectly aligned with the door, so both of us had the perfect view of my bathroom. (Which was located across from my room.)

I woke up and looked at my clock, which read 3:18 A.M. My eyes casually looked around my room, but when they got to the front of my room, I noticed my door was wide open. The bathroom was lit up in an orange-reddish light. (We had an air-freshener that had a night lite on it.) I broke out in a cold sweat and my heart started beating so hard and fast, I was almost sure it was audible.

Coming towards my room from the bathroom was a young girl who looked about my age. She was dressed in a tattered, white night gown and had long, dark hair hanging in front of her face. (Picture the girl from the ring.) I didn't wake Janna up for two reasons. Reason number one was because I didn't want to freak her out. Reason number two was because I didn't want to move, or it was more like I couldn't move. I hid under the covers, and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning after Janna and I woke up I asked her if she saw anything unusual last night around 3:00 A.M. She looked at me and said, "Oh, I saw your sister in the bathroom. I think she was trying to scare us, but I just ignored her." The scary part was that I absolutely KNEW it wasn't my sister.

To this day I have never seen the girl again, but the next 3 nights I had a dream, the same one every night, that always resulted in me waking up at 3:18 A.M.