10 years ago (I was 23), my brother, during his midlife crisis, needed some extreme change and joined the National Guard. He vacated his house for several months and asked me to stay there. I invited a friend to stay also. I was sleeping in my brother's bed while my friend stayed in the spare bedroom. We had been there for about 1 week, and nothing odd had happened. We crashed and had been sleeping for a few hours, when I awoke suddenly, terrified and sweating. Perhaps a nightmare, but I always tend to remember those right after I wake, and I couldnt recall having one. I got up out of bed to go get some water, and in the main room of the house, my friend was up and pacing the floor. He was white as a sheet and looking very nervous. I was like "what's up?". In a shaky voice, he began to describe to me how he had been sleeping and woke to see the aparition of an old woman at the foot of his bed looking down upon him. He couldnt recall if she said it or he 'heard' it, but she wanted his ass out of that bed and proceeded to lift up the end of the bed.

Now, this friend of mine was the typical 23 year old guy, fearless, more bravado than sense, and had the general reputation of being a 'badass'. He slept on the couch that night and every night for the next 3 months we stayed in the house. The next day, he removed all his clothes from the room, and he never went back in it again. After the way I woke up that night at the exact same time, we decided that it was best to shut the door to that room, and we never went in there again.

The next time I spoke to my brother, I relayed the story to him. He laughed at us and accused us of taking too much LSD or something, but then he did tell me that the entire bedroom suite was not his. He was storing an old family heirloom for a co-worker. It had passed down through several generations, and yes, after discussing it with the owner of the bedroom suite, we found out that her great-grandmother had died in the bed.