It started with her mentioning that she felt like someone was in the room at night. At first, she thought it might be her imagination shadows from the hallway light, maybe something from a dream that lingered after she woke up.
But then it became clearer. A woman, standing in the corner of the bedroom, always around the same time very late at night, or early morning. She was dressed in white, like a gown. Her hair was blond and shoulder-length, but what made her hard to forget was the fact that she had no face. No eyes, mouth, nose just smooth skin where a face should be.
At first, the woman just stood there. She didn’t move or speak. She would be near the dresser or the foot of the bed, watching or at least facing her. This happened a few nights in a row. She tried to ignore it. Didn’t mention it at first. But when it kept happening, she told the family. She thought maybe it was stress, maybe poor sleep, maybe something explainable. She started sleeping with the light on, thinking that might help. It didn’t. One night, she said the woman came closer. She was standing right beside the bed. It wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t normal either. It was the closest she had ever been. She reached out, instinctively, to touch her. To see if she was real, maybe just to get it over with. The woman leaned down, and in that moment, she felt something bite her finger. Not enough to bleed, but hard enough to hurt. She woke up fully and pulled her hand back. The mark was still there in the morning two small, faint indentations, like a bite. She didn’t remember hitting it or injuring it in any other way. Then one night, the woman appeared again. Stood there, silent as always. Nothing happened. But in the morning, she got a call from the hospital: her mother had passed away during the night. She said she already knew. We tried to explain it away. Stress, worry, maybe her mind connecting things after the fact. But she insisted the woman had come just before the call. As if she had come to tell her. It’s not something she talks about much now. The woman still shows up sometimes, but less often. When she does, she doesn’t speak or move just stands there like before. She says she’s not afraid. That somehow it feels connected to something maybe loss, maybe memory, maybe something else she doesn’t fully understand. We’ve had the house checked. No carbon monoxide leaks. No mold. Nothing physically wrong that could explain what she’s seeing. She’s otherwise clear-headed and hasn’t had any other issues.
We don’t have a solid answer. We just know what she told us. And she still has the bite mark.
But then it became clearer. A woman, standing in the corner of the bedroom, always around the same time very late at night, or early morning. She was dressed in white, like a gown. Her hair was blond and shoulder-length, but what made her hard to forget was the fact that she had no face. No eyes, mouth, nose just smooth skin where a face should be.
At first, the woman just stood there. She didn’t move or speak. She would be near the dresser or the foot of the bed, watching or at least facing her. This happened a few nights in a row. She tried to ignore it. Didn’t mention it at first. But when it kept happening, she told the family. She thought maybe it was stress, maybe poor sleep, maybe something explainable. She started sleeping with the light on, thinking that might help. It didn’t. One night, she said the woman came closer. She was standing right beside the bed. It wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t normal either. It was the closest she had ever been. She reached out, instinctively, to touch her. To see if she was real, maybe just to get it over with. The woman leaned down, and in that moment, she felt something bite her finger. Not enough to bleed, but hard enough to hurt. She woke up fully and pulled her hand back. The mark was still there in the morning two small, faint indentations, like a bite. She didn’t remember hitting it or injuring it in any other way. Then one night, the woman appeared again. Stood there, silent as always. Nothing happened. But in the morning, she got a call from the hospital: her mother had passed away during the night. She said she already knew. We tried to explain it away. Stress, worry, maybe her mind connecting things after the fact. But she insisted the woman had come just before the call. As if she had come to tell her. It’s not something she talks about much now. The woman still shows up sometimes, but less often. When she does, she doesn’t speak or move just stands there like before. She says she’s not afraid. That somehow it feels connected to something maybe loss, maybe memory, maybe something else she doesn’t fully understand. We’ve had the house checked. No carbon monoxide leaks. No mold. Nothing physically wrong that could explain what she’s seeing. She’s otherwise clear-headed and hasn’t had any other issues.
We don’t have a solid answer. We just know what she told us. And she still has the bite mark.
