When I was 3 years-old, my mom, my grams and I went to my great-grams's house. I was running though house and I ran back into my great-grams's room and there was a woman there. She was sitting on my great-grams's bed.

She had long, black hair with a gray streak down the right side. She was really skinny and wearing glasses and a a pretty cream colored dress with fully bloomed pink roses all over it.

She was reading the Bible, then she looks up at me, smiles and waves. I got scared because I knew that something wasn't right. I ran back into the living room and told my great-grams, my grams, and my mom that there was a woman in there.

So, we all went back there to see who it was, she was gone. they asked me to describe her, so I did. They said I just decribed my great-great-grams Rosie perfectly before she died. Rosie died before I was ever born and i hadn't, and still haven't, seen a picture of her in my life. You may or may not believe this, but my mom, my grams, my great-grams, and I do believe it and I will never for get it, and it's been 13 years since my first experience.