Look at me

I wanted to share a strange phenomenon I experienced at my grandmother's old home. Everyone in my family mentioned having a strange unexplainable story that happened to them. Lights turning on, doors opening and closing in empty rooms. Mine was a little more... surreal.

I moved in with my grandmother in 2014 in Louisiana. I was to start college and I was to help take care of her when I was not in school. I always had an eerie feeling in her home, like something was always watching, but never seen.

Shortly after moving in I started having the same nightmare every single night for three months. I'd wake up in my bed, the room in the same condition I left it before I fell asleep. Closets closed with the lights on, my computer on in the far right corner... At the end of my bed, sitting near my feet, was a faceless (I assume) old hag like creature, "Look at me" it would say. I wouldn't, and this would anger it. "Look at me, look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME".

It would practically be screaming, and then, it would just be gone. The room was as it was in this strange dream-like state, just as it was when I went to sleep. I continued having this nightmare every night, then finally it just stopped.

Other strange things would happen too. Light switches would just turn off on their own, my cellphone would get strange interference and drop calls every so often, I'd hear tapping on the windows of the doors, especially if I was leaving for school or work early in the morning and nothing would be there.

The scariest thing was one morning around 4am I left my room to get ready for work, and on my left down the hall, I saw what looked like a person slowly walk from my grandmother's room to an empty room opposite of her door. It was hutched over and featureless, it didn't look at me or anything, just slowly walked out of sight.

My grandmother always made me go to my room before 8pm as a child and she always retired to her room before nightfall. She also used to beg me to stay home with her and how happy she was that someone was there. I wonder if she ever encountered whatever this was.

Since moving out I haven't had any of these experiences since. But that hateful old hag screaming look at me still lingers in the back of my mind to this day.