Uninvited

Uninvited

Back when I was say about five years old, I was watching TV with my mother. It was dark, I don’t know why we had most of the lights down but the only light in the living room was the soft warm blue light from the black and white picture tube we were glued too…

But nature called and I took my stroll to the bathroom which also had no light on at the time except the faint luminescense emmiting from the window above the bathtub…

The curtains were drawn so the whole window could not be seen and seemed to elongate a shadow below the window, thats what locked me in my place at the doorway of the bathroom.

While the window was closed there was a sillohuet of a man like figure in it. Dumb founded I stared intensly to make out any distinguishable features I could train my hyper imaginative brain on to make sense of what I was seeing until….

“Hello” the shadow said in a very caml subtle male voice.
HOLY SHIT!!! My mind screamed… IT (which was all I could think of calling the sillohuette) not only saw me, it spoke to me.

Naturally I freaked and ran screaming to the living room… The rest of the memory is now a cut & splice, but trying to get mom to the bathroom was the only thing I remember trying to do, so she could see what I saw…

Now, someone being on the fireescape looking in and playing around with a five year old would easily wipe this event away as explainable. The problem being the only firescape located on the building was the one on the bedroom side… With a 30 foot drop from the bathroom window, only spiderman was capable of such a feat.

Or…..

Enter the untold story that only emerged in the last 8 years…
In the same apartment, it was admitted that both my mother (and) father witnessed an apparition of a lady in white garb standing in the doorway of their bedroom… My mother witnessed it first and smacked my father hard on the right hand side to wake him. He did, turned to ask what the hell is wrong but the figure in the doorway caught his attention before finishing his swirl to face my mother…

The figure stood tall and near featureless minus the slight shades of pale grey outlining what appeared to be a nightgown, for a few moments and then drifted into the ethers to the right towards my room.

Up rushed my father through the bedroom door and then peered up and down the hallway, but there was nothing there… Into the hallway his bare feat soundless against the pre-war concrete floor and opening the door to my bedroom my father found me fast asleep unperturbed by the frantic heart pounding of my parents…

But I was told the image in the window was my imagination..