Well, i was about 11 years old, and we were leaving our counry to live in America. We couldnt leave from the city we lived in becouse there were no international airports. So we went to another city that could. It was my aunts old house, in her living room there were about 25 pictures of her relatives that passed away. They really scared me and they all looked at me like they were real. Then at night i got up to go to the bathroom. And in that living room i saw a lady that really looked like my aunt i said "good morning" but i got no reply. then i rubbed my eyes and looked again but she was closer to me now. and she looked really blured, i started shaking and ran as fast as i could and hit my leg on the bed and covered myself with sheet and fell a sleep. in the morning i told this story to my mother and said this house is really weird she looked at me strangely and told me not to speak of this again. it turns out that the woman that i saw was my aunts sister i saw her in the pictures.