The little girl at the foot of my bed

I can still remember this eerie night. Not like it was yesterday or anything, but still very much unforgettable. I'm in bed asleep, dreaming. Can't remember what, but I know I had been under long enough to hit REM status. I'm out like a light, dreaming of whatever a kid dreamed of back in the early 90s. But something happened while I was alseep. Something that, to this day, has NEVER occured again while I've been at rest.

I just woke up.

Not groggily, like any other day of waking up, but up and ALERT. And as soon as I'm up, I see a little girl standing at the foot of my bed. She's wearing old fashioned clothes, fit wth bows and ribbons. I'm staring at her and she's staring at me. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't in the mood to talk, so I did what any kid having come face to face with the dearly departed would do: I lunged at her while screaming.

But I was clever back then, and the lunge was actually a feint. Right before I got to her, I changed my direction and flicked the HELL out of my light switch. She vanished as soon as it came on. Years later, I would tell this story to my sister and mother, with my sister stating that she saw the same exact girl in the small hallway of our mobile home years before I did. Our mobile home existed on the same plot of land, only at different times.

And that's my story.