Haunted memories

Seeing as today is Halloween, I thought I'd share an early childhood memory. I have a quite a few memories from before the time I was 4 years old - perhaps they are easier for me to remember because I emigrated (along with my parents) from Great Britain to Canada - so it serves as a sort of demarcation point.

This one goes back to when I was around two years old or so. I don't remember my sister (who was born a few months after I was two), so that is why I think I was two, but hey! I could have been three years old for all I know. Anyhow ...

I remember waking up and going to one of the bedrooms in the house. Seated on the edge of a bed was a young women with long raven hair. Her face was buried in her hands, crying plaintively. I approached, seeking to see what was the matter. When I got close, she looked up at me. Her face was old and twisted, her eyes burned with fire, long taloned fingers shot forward grabbing my pajama top , while she screamed, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

I screamed. I tried to run ran. She held tight to my pajama. By some miracle I was able to break free and run downstairs to my mother in the kitchen.

It is a very strong memory. Sometimes I want to believe it was a dream or an illusion. I remember talking with my mother about this event years later and she said that she never liked the house, she always thought it was haunted.

Image was grabbed from here.