When I was a little kid, maybe 5 years old, my family lived in this old house that used to be a Civil War hospital during a few battles.

All kinds of weird shit happened there, but one event stands out.

I was sleeping between my parents in their bed on the second floor. I woke up. It was late and very dark.

I looked to my right and saw the curtains blowing in. The windows were painted shut. I watched as the curtains start to slide off the wall. It looked like someone was holding them up. I shit you not. Like I could see feet just underneath the bottom.

The curtains moved to the foot of the bed, and fell.

I don't remember seeing this, but my parents swear I told them that when the curtains fell, a woman with a yellow dress and no eyes had been holding them up, and that she stood at the foot of the bed for a while.

The curtains, according to my parents, we're in fact on the floor at the foot of the bed. I can't vouch for that though because I was a kid and frankly, don't remember.

My best non-supernatural explanation is that I had sleep paralysis that night and hallucinated much of what I saw. I've had it chronically since, so it's possible.

I don't know though. It's one of those things I think about late at night when I have too much free time. What the fuck did I see?