I first started to see Her "the Ghost" when I was seven.  Everynight before bed my Dad read a story to my sister and I.  I remember when the story ended I would tell my Dad that I was afraid and didn't want to go to bed.  He would ask me what I was afraid of and I would tell him "dead people".   His answer was "it is not the dead you have to worry about, it is the living; there is nothing to fear but fear itself".  (Still don't know if I can comprehend that one....wonder how that seven year old did it)...so that became our night time ritual. 

I was allowed the luxary of sleeping with the bathroom light on.  In bed, I surrounded myself with as many stuffed animals as possible and tucked myself under my quilt with only my eyes peering out.  I didn't have a clock in my room but somehow I knew what time to expect my ghostly friend every night.  Around the time of her appearance I would crawl out of bed and head into the hall and sit by the bathroom door with weapon in hand....a blue plasic gun that shot rubber be-be's.  Yes, I thought it would protect me from the ghost....what can I say I was a mere child.

When the time came she appeared in my parents bedroom doorway, stopped, looked my way, and continued down the stairs.  She was a midst but well-defined.  She looked as though she came from a time period of the past wearing a gown that rose from her neck to her feet.  Her hair pulled up in bun.   After she disappeared down the stairs, the rest of the I lay in bed listening to footsteps going up and down the stairs.  This went on night after night!  The procedure was always the same.