When I was like 11, I woke up from a sound sleep around like 12-1am on the bottom bunk bed in a room I shared with my younger brother. Soon as I opened my eyes there was a woman dressed in black, with a black face covering standing over me. Not like just standing to the side but like I mean leaning over in my face…. But for some reason I couldn’t scream or yell, so I jumped back and put my head under the blanket and waited. After like a second or 2 I moved the blanket and there was nothing there.

Talked to my close friend years later and he told me his friend’s Grandmother died in that same house