I don't want to post this on the wrong site, but seeing as I have no clue what kind of experience this is I don't have many options. I haven't had any blatant experiences with ghosts or angels or any other being. This is the only incident and, without anything else to compare it to, I'm in the dark as to what it was. I would love if someone could give me an insight on this. It's a story my family always remembers even though it happened when I was very young.
I was trying to go to bed. I was lying down in my bed, in my bedroom. I must've been 4-6 years old (I am 18 currently). The door was open a crack and light was filtering in from the hallway. I heard my mother talking downstairs and it sounded like she was talking to my Aunt Sherry. (For detail: I've never been exceptionally close to my Aunt, but she's family)
I was trying to fall asleep anyway. I don't know what made me look up. I don't think it was any noise at all. But across my room is a bookshelf. I see a woman looking through my books and it's hard to tell in the dark, but it looks like my Aunt.
I'm still tired and my eyes are all squinty. "Aunt Sherry?" I asked. She turned around and looked at me. She kept staring but said nothing. I wondered why she was looking at my books. In the end, I didn't care enough or I was too tired because I just plonked back down on my pillow and went to bed. I didn't think much of it.
The next morning I asked my mom why Aunt Sherry had been looking at my books. I figured she might've taken one for my cousins or something.
My mom said that my Aunt hadn't been looking at my books. My Aunt hadn't been at our house at all.
"But then who were you talking to?" Mom had been asleep. I was scared and thought it was a ghost, Mom insisted it was an angel watching over me, my dad thought I was dreaming. Mom's argument won in my mind for a long time because it wasn't as scary. Now I'm wondering if it's one of my psychic abilities cropping up in childhood.
Nothing like this ever happened again. Thoughts would be appreciated!