A Woman in White
Horror Stories - A Woman in White
Realizing the woman looked completely real to me, just as real as a real person, I remember explicitly that I must remember what this woman looks like. I was alert enough to know how important this was and that I must memorize as much as I could about her. And I remember looking at her in detail, her hair being perfectly combed and styled, her smile and face so beautiful. I was too amazed for a moment to scream or be afraid. I tried my best to make mental notes of what was happening. I feel sure that to have the kind of intelligent, alert thoughts that I was having that the experience had to be real.
When I had looked at the woman for as long as I could, and realized finally that apparently she was not going away, that she was just staring down at me and smiling, something happened to make me want to scream, to make her go away. But when I tried to scream nothing came out. I felt paralyzed. I continued to try to scream, tried as hard as I could. Then I suddenly screamed loud and long, frightened as never before in my life.
I woke my husband's aunt and sister with my screams. They came running into my bedroom. The aunt told me to sleep in the bed with my husband's sister in her bedroom. So I slept in her bed that night and no other incidents occurred. In the morning at breakfast I told them "a nurse" came into my room holding something in her hand. The two women never commented on what happened to me. They never pursued it and never brought it up again, and neither did I. But there is no way I will ever forget the lady I saw. It's still as clear to me today as the day it happened.
Before my daughter was born and about 1970, I was spending two
weeks with my husband's great-aunt. My husband was a drill sergeant in
the Army and was away for summer camp. Her large, red-brick two-story
home was custom decorated, and upstairs in the bedroom where I was to
sleep, large furniture filled the room. The room was very large and the
whole room was totally unlike anything I had ever been in, much less
spent the night in! His aunt was wealthy and her life was unlike the
way I had been raised. We were poor, didn't have big beautiful things,
and life in my childhood home didn't leave much to one's imagination.
One night while I thought I was asleep in the room, my eyes suddenly opened. I looked toward the doorway and saw a beautiful woman dressed in white. She appeared to be holding something in her right hand. I was interested in what it was, but could never really see what it was. The woman had brown hair and beautiful creamy skin. She continued to walk toward me as I was lying on the pillow on the bed. I grew frightened by the second as she came closer to my bedside. Finally, she stood close by my right side and as she bent over toward me slightly, she looked right into my eyes and just continued to stare at me.
One night while I thought I was asleep in the room, my eyes suddenly opened. I looked toward the doorway and saw a beautiful woman dressed in white. She appeared to be holding something in her right hand. I was interested in what it was, but could never really see what it was. The woman had brown hair and beautiful creamy skin. She continued to walk toward me as I was lying on the pillow on the bed. I grew frightened by the second as she came closer to my bedside. Finally, she stood close by my right side and as she bent over toward me slightly, she looked right into my eyes and just continued to stare at me.
Realizing the woman looked completely real to me, just as real as a real person, I remember explicitly that I must remember what this woman looks like. I was alert enough to know how important this was and that I must memorize as much as I could about her. And I remember looking at her in detail, her hair being perfectly combed and styled, her smile and face so beautiful. I was too amazed for a moment to scream or be afraid. I tried my best to make mental notes of what was happening. I feel sure that to have the kind of intelligent, alert thoughts that I was having that the experience had to be real.
When I had looked at the woman for as long as I could, and realized finally that apparently she was not going away, that she was just staring down at me and smiling, something happened to make me want to scream, to make her go away. But when I tried to scream nothing came out. I felt paralyzed. I continued to try to scream, tried as hard as I could. Then I suddenly screamed loud and long, frightened as never before in my life.
I woke my husband's aunt and sister with my screams. They came running into my bedroom. The aunt told me to sleep in the bed with my husband's sister in her bedroom. So I slept in her bed that night and no other incidents occurred. In the morning at breakfast I told them "a nurse" came into my room holding something in her hand. The two women never commented on what happened to me. They never pursued it and never brought it up again, and neither did I. But there is no way I will ever forget the lady I saw. It's still as clear to me today as the day it happened.
