The bedroom of the house I grew up in was haunted by a woman. It was a small room with my bed, wardrobe and dressing table The dressing table was antique with a very large mirror. Every time I saw the woman she was either sitting on the dressing table or walking away from it It was always in the middle of the night so I would think did I dream it or did it happen.
The last straw was when I went to bed one night and as I was just going off to sleep I felt myself being pulled out of the bed towards the ceiling, I could see myself and all the sheets reflected in the mirror. I screamed and I was back in the bed I was out of there fast and I slept in my sister’s room after that night.