Nina

Couldn't have been more than like a couple seconds because it was one of those things where I looked and I was like, what the fuck?

And then I looked away and looked back and she was gone.

It looked as real as like just a person standing there.

And she wasn't scary.

Like I don't remember being like scared of her, but she was just like there.

Because I was creeped out at this house, every light was always on.

Like this was, I did not keep it dim in here ever.

So kitchen lights were fully on, living room lights were on.

Any lamp is like this, it was bright.

It was not like, oh, am I seeing something?

It was like, oh yeah, like I can see this person in full detail.

She was kind of an age where it was like, she could have been 30.

She could have been 40.

45, I don't know, like, just like a maybe slightly younger middle-aged woman, white with brown hair.

and she was wearing a dress not like a modern dress but not super well i don't know how to describe it sorry i know she's wearing a dress i know she had brown hair and like a low bun i know she was middle aged looking there was nothing that like really stood out like she looked very average like not what you would think a ghost would look like if or a ghost or whatever whatever i don't even know what to call it but

You know, like I said, not scary, like someone you would see on the street, but very like serious looking, not smiling.

She didn't look sad or mad.

She just looked like straight faced, unassuming, brown hair, low bun is like the most memorable part of her.

We were like eye contact, like heavy eye contact, which sounds crazy again, but for maybe a few seconds.

And then I looked away because I was like, what?