It looked like it was an old lady. She passed my bed and went through the wall leading to my brother's room. What felt like seconds later she came back through the wall. I wasn't trying to look at her, but I caught a glimpse of her face. Her eyes were blackened out, and her face was sagging. She passed straight by my bed and went through the wall leading to the outside of the house. This happened two more times before she just stopped in by my bed. She slowly turned to face me, I could feel her gaze on me. I felt shivers go down my spine, right before she started cackling. It felt as if her face was directly by mine, laughing in my ears.
I sprang forward off the bed and leaped forward. I only made it to the curio cabinet before several hands latched onto me. I tried slamming my hands on the curio cabinet in hopes of someone hearing me. The attempt was a failure, no matter how hard I slammed my hands on the curio cabinet it made no sound. The old women's cackling still echoed around my room as I tried ripping the hands off me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, yet it only came out has whispers.
I have no memory of how, but I managed to escape the hands. I ran to my door and in classic horror movie style, the door was locked. I could hear my mother and brother outside of the door. I dropped to my knees clawing and banging on my door. I could feel the old lady's presence getting closer and closer. The door started cracking and pulling apart. I continued clawing at it in hopes of escape. As I was clawing I saw tan fingertips coming through the door I fell backward as the door continued cracking. There was a hand reaching out for me, there was dirt encrusted around the fingernails. The hand was getting closer to me from the front and the old lady was almost touching me from behind. I closed my eyes, praying that I would wake up soon. When I opened my eyes again the hand was inches from my face, I could see and smell the dirt on the hand.
I woke up.
