OK, so throughout my childhood me and my sister had always spent nights at my grandparents. The two of us always slept in the second bedroom. It had a double bed, mirrored wardrobes and a chair at the end of the bed.
I always slept on the right side, which was the side of the wardrobe. One night (I must have been about 7/8) I woke up really hot and I was sweating. I was facing the mirrors and decided to cool down I needed to turn over, so I sat up and braced myself to turn.
As I sat up though, I saw a young boy sewing on the chair at the end of the bed. He was white, almost glowing (typical ghost image I guess) but it was very vivid. Now, I don't know if it was because I was young, hot or half asleep but I didn't think anything of it and I just watched him for a few seconds and turned to go back to sleep.
It wasn't until the morning that I realised what really happened and I couldn't understand why I didn't feel one ounce of fear, only comfort. Especially as the third bedroom is my grandparents seeing room.
It's been many years since this night and I do wonder if it was a dream, but I still remember it perfectly which makes me think otherwise. I am rational when it comes to ghosts, but I've always felt something towards this one experience and I still haven't made my mind up.
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