"I haven't told anyone this story since I was a child because when I told my cousins what was happening, it scared them really bad, and I got my second-only whooping with a belt by my Dad. As an adult I don't mention it because I just don't know what it was, and I don't want other adults to think I'm nuts.
When I was in second grade, I woke up one summer night, dead of night, to a woman floating through my window into my bedroom. Oddly, I wasn't scared. I just sat up and asked, "What are you doing here?" I remember she answered me, but oddly enough the next morning I couldn't remember what she said or even what her voice sounded like. I couldn't even remember what she looked like.
So, next I said to her, in true 8-year-old fashion, "Well, you better get going because my dad might wake up, and then he'll be mad." She slipped out of my already cracked open bedroom door, and I went back to sleep. Sounds like sleep paralysis, right? Wrong.
The next day, I was really excited that I had my own fairy godmother, and I named her Crystal. And I thought in my head, "Please come back! Come back and wake me up at dawn, so we can talk!" Sh*t you not, the next morning, just as it was getting light outside, I hear someone whispering my name. I realized that this sh*t was real, and she was a ghost - I froze. I stayed as still as I could, not even able to breathe, and just prayed as hard as I could, "Go away, go away, go away." I could FEEL her right by my head.
As I'm typing this, tears are coming to my eyes. Okay, it happened once - coincidence, right? Nope. Every time I would get brave and say out loud to her, before going to bed in my room, "Okay, come this time I swear I won't get scared," she would come, whispering my name, and I would almost sh*t my pants in fear and never open my eyes.
At this point I'm thinking, it still could be night terrors, right? I mean, our eyes have receptors sensitive to light that wake us up, thus causing me to wake up at dawn and hallucinate this sh*t. Here's where sh*t gets real.
Next summer, I tell a friend that this is going on while we were camping together. She doesn't believe me, so I ask her to come tonight. We're sleeping in the same tent, and my friend wants to see for herself.
At dawn, I hear her calling my name AND MY FRIEND'S NAME. We don't move, she leaves, and we both sit up and my FRIEND HEARD HER, TOO. She freaks out, tells her parents later that day sobbing, and I get in trouble for scaring the sh*t out of kids with ghost stories.
Later that summer I told my cousin this story, and before that night, she freaks out, tells her mom, and I get my ass beat for telling ghost stories.I just don't think about it anymore, and never when I'm alone at night."