In life we discover things we wish we hadn't. Sometimes we think of them and the sudden urge to peek over our shoulder arises. The question is...was it real? Tonight this question is answered, and we really wish it wasn't. My room at age 9, went searching for a photo of our China Hutch but couldn't find it..... I was 9 years old when we moved into my uncle and late aunt's house. It was far out in the woods so we only had a couple of neighbors. Now before we built onto the house and I finally got my own room, me and my sister shared the guestroom down the hall...a very long hallway that was never fun to walk during the night. Nextdoor was my parents room and the den. It still had old grey photos of my uncle and aunt, to this day I remember she made the best deviled eggs...we even made some after her funeral. Speaking of funerals, hers was the second and last one I had ever attended. As for my uncle...he wound up in a mental nursing home and passed away around 5 years ago. Nothing was very creepy otherwise. Months passed and we hired a (lousy) construction crew to lengthen the kitchen into a dining room, but we ended up finishing most of it ourselves. It was finally time me and my sister got our own rooms. We converted the huge garage into her room and I got the room at the end of the new extension. My view was the backyard which was cool, it was covered in trees and sometimes a bear would come by. But that was nothing compared to what came by this night. Now to give a better understanding of my room, I slept in a bunkbed (at the top obviously) where the bottom bunk pointed outward and my closet had mirror-covered sliding doors. Definitely not the best idea. It was bedtime so I kissed my parents goodnight, walked down the (still) long dining room and reached my room. Standing right beside my door was the object I'll never forget - our china hutch. It was covered in mirrors and displayed many of our vacation photos. I left my door open this time and luckily our pitbull (wait for it) Hooch laid down at the entrance...it was comforting because he never did it before, or since. After climbing in the dark I quickly got under my sheets and drifted to sleep. I don't know what woke me soon after...or what caused me to climb down my ladder and look outside my room. Hooch wasn't there anymore so he must be in my parents room. The house was dark but the moonlight allowed me to see pretty clearly. I reached my open door, walked into our large dining room and turned to my left. There it was - our china hutch. It didn't take long before I looked into those mirrors. When I did, somebody was staring back at me. An elderly woman with curly white hair and pitch black eyes, wearing a blue dress with white polka dots. I freaked out and suddenly wound up back in bed - as if I hallucinated the whole thing. It felt so real...every movement and even the coolness of being outside of my sheets. My aunt passed away before we moved in. What's interesting is on the day of her funeral... She had curly white hair, and wore a blue dress with white polka dots. It was an open casket.