This thing used to scare  me. It used to be dark, with a single lightbulb. Concrete walls and floor. Random piles of boxes. I'd go looking for the toys. I loved playing with this little Western set she had. Cowboys and Indians type game. But she's refurnished it. Nice carpet, painted drywall (beige, of course), tv, touch lamp, roll out bed/couch.

I lain down on the right side of the bed, almost falling off (because I wanted to be near the lamp) and woke up halfway during the night.
So, here is where I sound psychotic, because even though my body was asleep and paralyzed, my mind was very much in that half-dream state where nightmare blends with reality.

There was a woman with shoulder length unkempt brown hair and "ghoul" eyes crouching at the foot of my bed. Had long arms, reached out for me and just sort of pawed at the sheets like a cat would do, gradually pulling them towards her. I close my eyes (mental eye I guess?) and shudder. Then I feel something start to crawl onto the bed, like a person on all fours. I start screaming my head off for Dad, but there's no sound coming out, because I'm paralyzed. Eventually I fade back into sleep and have another nightmare that the only thing I can remember now is being in a brown, wooden, rickety old house and peering down into a hole in the wood on the second story while using a lantern for light. Woke up to a gray, cold room. Dad came down to wake me up and saw me looking as if I had just seen a ghost.

I've never seen that woman before. All the doors were closed. My aunt's dog was in the kennel.
What's funny is that if I had been awake and seen that, I would have been put on antipsychotics. But since my body was asleep, it's okay, right?