It was on a school night in September, 2010. I was about 12 years old. I lived in a house we rented in Oldenburg, Indiana. We were told by the neighbors that the house was haunted, but we didn't believe them.
I remember lying down around 8:30 p.m. because I was getting yelled at for something. I couldn't fall asleep, so my sister Brittany and I were just talking about the small things going on. We ended up lying down around 9:30 p.m. She was on her bed and I was on my bunk bed, the top bunk.
I didn't know what time it was or how I woke up, but it happened. I had this death feeling in my stomach that I was being watched. I was scared and ready to cry. I had to get something to drink because my throat was really dry. When I sat up out of my bed, I about died. I felt my heart skip a beat and it was probably the worst scare I will ever experience.
There was an old lady, I would say around 80 or 85, at the end of my bed. She was pale white, transparent even. She had on a beautiful dress embedded with beads and was wearing pearls. She was a figure I have never known. She smiled at me. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, no sound came out.
I turned around to see if my sister was awake, and there at the end of her bed was a man, around the same age. He was wearing a tuxedo with a black neck tie. He was transparent, too. He smiled and waved at me. I started to cry. I threw my blankets over me, too scared to even move. Almost too scared to breathe. When I had enough courage to look again, they were gone.
I ran out in the living room where my mom had been, and I told her everything that happened. She did not believe me. We went to the landlord the next day and I told him what I had witnessed. He told my mom that his parents died in that house, wearing the exact same clothes I described during their death. His eyes filled with tears as he was speaking. I walked up to him and hugged him. He had a death grip on me like no other. When he let go, he said that his parents were harmless and would not hurt us. After that, my mom believed me.
Two months later, around the time of my brother's birthday, My sister and I were downstairs cleaning our rooms. My sister was mopping and I was dusting. She turned around and dropped the broom. She screamed in horror. I turned around and instantly knew what she was so terrified about. The old lady was in our room again. In the same spot at the end of my bed.
Yeah, I kinda freaked, but who wouldn't? The old man wasn't there this time. My sister just fell down and sat there. We tried to tell my brothers and the rest of the family about this, but no one believed us. They called me a liar and stupid.
I know that everything I had witnessed both of those nights was 100% true, and I could never describe how terrified I was. But I will always know that they are harmless.