It has been a long time but I’ll leave some more stories here that I can manage to remember, at least the ones that feel more fitting. Sorry for the long delay in posting them.
The event in this story didn’t happen to me, but instead to my mom. She told me this one together with some others one late night when we were talking about weird dreams. I’ll try to write it as better as I can remember it.
One time, when she was a teen, she went to a friend’s house to pass the night. That night it would be with them a cousin of her friend that my mother didn’t knew very well. They had to sleep in the same bedroom, a room in the house that had two beds. My mother stayed in the single bed, while her friend and her cousin shared the double bed. Nothing unusual happened and the three fell asleep without any problem, till, already late at night, my mother woke up.
It was sudden. Even though she is a light sleeper, didn’t seem to be any reason for this early awakening. Not a noise, or light, or anything, her mind just unreasonably thought a good idea to be alert instead of resting. The room was dark, she could barely see anything. Feeling tired, she turned in bed to try falling back to sleep, and was now facing the other girls’ bed. It was so dim she could barely see them besides their shapes, so she didn’t notice right away something off with them. There were three people on the bed instead of two now. There was a dark figure at their bed’s farther side, leaning over her friend’s cousin.
My mother immediately froze, unable to think about anything else, and of even taking her eyes off the figure. She felt right away the scene seemed upsetting, unnatural. Once her eyes got used to the lack of light, she noticed it was an old woman, dressed in all black as a widow, with an arm stretched to the girl’s head. Her hand was laid on her face, gently stroking it in a loving manner, motherly-like. The woman’s expression seemed heartwarming, slightly smiling, but something about her gave the idea of the moment being drown in melancholy. Then, in a very nonchalant way, the old woman raised her head and turned to face my mother. She just stayed immobile under the covers as the woman now lift her hand and stood the index finger in front of her lips, as a shush sign to tell my mother to be quiet. Then, again in a calm manner, the old lady went back to carinPost too long. Click here to view the full text.