Just woke up from a dream. I was a little kid, in a room alone, and there was a light next to me and something calling me. I refused to look or turn around, because I knew it was bad.
I think this really happened. Anybody here have spooky childhood memories?
I was sitting in my room when I was eight playing with legos with my older brother.
An older woman came into the room and sat down on his bed and asked us if we've been good boys.
We said yes.
Then we asked her how she got here, and if mom let her in. We didn't know we had a new grandma, and when we looked back at the bed she was gone.
My brother brings this up with me every now and then, like he still can't quite believe what happened.