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human
Even though I usually spend my time lurking on Pol, I randomly decided to look at X and this thread actually reminded me of a story that happened to me when I was a child, so fuck it I'll share. 

When I was about 7 or 8 I used to share a room with my brother we had bunk beds. He was on the bottom bunk and I was on the top. One night I had a dream I was being chased through my old house I used to live in ( I moved right before my fifth birthday) Anyway, I was in my old house and I was being chased by... something, Im not sure what it was but I remember it was me and possibly my brothers and a lady wearing a rose dress running and hiding from something in the old house. In my dream I never saw the woman's face, but I remember trying to hide from whatever it was that was in the house chasing us. When I woke up from the dream I looked over at my dresser and I noticed there was a black silhouette in the shape of a person outlining the front of it. I stared at it for what I'm guessing was a few seconds and from the neck down the silhouette lit up. It was a lady, wearing a rose dress, and she was pointing at me. I remember she had red painted nails and the dress was kind of a maroon burgundy flowery pattern. Again, only from the neck down the silhouette lit up. The face and hair remained dark and I never saw it. Needless to say I fucking freaked out so I turned over facing the wall pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes until I fell asleep. 

The next morning I went into my mother's room and asked her if she had been in my room in the middle of the night. She said no, and I told her the story. I guess she believed me and thought it was strange, but I didn't think anything more of it until years later

Now a little back story into my mother's life. Her mother died when she was 13 almost 14 years old from a stroke. I obviously had never met her, but I heard many stories about her growing up.
gpt
Fast forward from when I was seven or eight to when I was about fourteen or fifteen. I was on vacation in staying with my mother and her best friend and my story about the woman I saw was brought up. I told the story to my mother's best friend and she as well thought it was strange, and my mom sat there quietly thinking for a minute and said. 'You know something Anon?' 'Now that I remember it, your grandmother was buried in a rose dress.' I asked several times if she was bullshiting me and she assured me she was being honest. 

I will admit that the whole situation could be simply chalked up to me waking up still slightly dreaming because in my dream, I never saw the woman's face and maybe my brain could not make one out when I woke up. 

However if it was my grandmother, that's a pretty damned dirty trick to play on a 7 year old LOL.

If you read all this thanks for listening. I've never shared that story online before.
human
Good one, man.