When I was younger, I had a terrible nightmare. A young woman appeared by my bedside; her hair matted...in a white dress...she stabbed me in my dream...and then I woke up. Ever since that night, I have always slept with Rosarys on my bed...and some sort of light. Well..one night, I woke up to a scratching at my window....which seemed impossible...I was on the Third floor. I looked out my window and nothing was there (of course)..I turned around and saw that my closet door was opened...when I had locked it. In the back of my closet, was the young woman. I ran out of my room into the living room with my dog, shut and locked the door beind me and slept with the light on the rest of the night. A few weeks after, my bed started to shake violently. My mother became so worried, we moved. When we moved, the only activity that happed was there were loud bumps in the attic. Which is over my room. It was so loud, it interruppted my sleep. I decided to give up, since it was already 5 AM, not long before I had to get ready for school. I was surprised to see that only my stepbrother had been awaken from these loud banging noises..when they were much louder than you may think. Ever since then, things hae quieted down.