A woman in blue

I want to tell you my story, which happened 20 years ago. I had just graduated from university. It's still scary to remember, although I tell this horror story to my friends all the time.

One night, I suddenly woke up and saw a woman dressed entirely in blue standing in the doorway. She was wearing a long dress, thin, with long hair. I couldn't see her eyes, but I clearly felt her gaze: she was looking straight at me, not smiling. We were three meters apart. I've never been brave, and as a child I was terrified of dead people (I still am). Seeing the woman standing in the doorway of my room, I screamed loudly in fear. My mother woke up in the next room (we were home alone together), and I don't think she's afraid of anything in life. Hearing her voice, I screamed even louder, asking her to come into my room as quickly as possible and see this woman. But it was at that moment that the woman began to fade. When my mother arrived, she was already gone. We turned on the light, and I told her what had happened. Naturally, being atheists, my mother and I both decided it was just a vision. But what was unclear was why? I'd never had any mental problems, and I still don't.

I thought it would all end that night, and I calmed down—I believed it had just been a hallucination. But the same thing happened on the second night, and the very next night, in fact, the only difference was that the woman was already standing next to my bed. I screamed like crazy with fear, but she didn't even think of leaving, staring at me with a certain displeasure... When my mother approached the door, the translucent figure was still standing next to my bed, looking at me, ignoring my mother. It's clear that only I saw the ghost—my mother saw nothing. The ghost began to dissipate just before my mother turned on the light.

There was also the third night, the last. That night, I woke up and saw the same woman, but she wasn't standing next to me anymore—this time she was simply hanging over me, face to face. It's impossible to describe—it was so terrifying... It was definitely real: I clearly knew I wasn't sleeping (for the third night, I'd been digging my nails into myself until they hurt, trying to make sure I wasn't dreaming). I didn't even start screaming right away—my throat was so tight with terror, I couldn't speak. I can't say exactly how long it took me to finally start screaming, but the woman in blue continued to hang over me, looking at me with a certain animosity—certainly not with joy...

My mother came and turned on the light, but even after that, the ghost showed no sign of dissipating. But then, at some point, the woman vanished. Thank God, she never reappeared—not the next night, nor any later. But the fear remained in my soul for a long time - for 20 years now, if I am alone at home, I sleep only with the light on.