It was summer.We went to the village with the whole family to my grandmother Vera.My brother and I were separated by a separate room,and my parents lay down In the living room, it was very small.My grandfather raved and called this room the devil's room.One day we went to the river,everything was fine.But I got sick and had to go home.My brother took offense at me and went to sleep with his parents.I stayed in the room completely alone(almost)So,I listened to the music hung in social networks. And then I came across one post in a terrible public there was a very disfigured face and the signature [turn around]I felt bad and I went to bed.Around 3:00, I woke up and couldn't believe my eyes..... There stood a woman with black shaggy hair,in a worn torn t-shirt and her face was almost invisible.She murmured something or omitted the name of my grandmother felts (my name is Veronika)I shined a flashlight,there's nothing.Then I removed the flashlight and she reappeared.In the morning on one breath I told mother,she didn't trust me.But I tried to convince her,she assured me it was a dream.I didn't deny it,maybe it's true. The next night was the same:( Knowing myself, I'd be scared, and cried a few years have passed and I still have questions :why am I so calm about this,although I knew it was not a dream?why was she?what was she whispering? after that,I only went to grandma's birthday party....