competition: True ghost stories

It is still the clearest memory I have, and if I concentrate on the details, I still get in a little state of shock. I could be 3!!! when it happened. I played with my toys on the carpet of our old living room, people walked on the street, and suddenly I saw a woman, standing by the window. She wore dark green clothes, had black hair and a white, pale face. She stared right into my eyes for about half a minute. I started to scream and cry because in her eyes I saw and felt darkness and emptiness. Then my mom and dad came in the room, but the time they arrived, she was gone.

At the window I saw my mother, who died six years later.