Your Name Heather Winton
My Story: As a small child I could never sleep. One of those nights I went into the living room to watch Tv ( usually that got me to sleep) I sat and watched it. The couch was up against a wall and my head barely went over the top. I felt a cold breeze over my head. I turned around but nothing was there. I continued watching my tv program. To my left the kitchen door was open and in the door was the back of my mum. She seemed to be hazy. I called her name but the figure never moved. I screamed it never spoke or moved. I ran into the hall and at the bottom of my long hall was a light very purple and white. I ran into my mothers room and there she was. I asked her if she was in the kitchen but she said no.
The night after I was brave enough to go back in but this time i fell asleep on the couch when I woke up. I turned the tv on and bent down to get the remote that must have fallen off the couch. When i sat back up something grabbed my shoulder. I turned around but nothing was there. I never went in there alone again.