" GHOST"

I hope this is the right address to send a story. When I was around 8 or 9 years old I had a few occurrences that I could never explain. They all took place at night in my bed room. More than once I would sit up in bed to see a black silhouette, a shadow of a womens form standing at the foot of my bed. I distinctly remember speaking to it several times, but never getting a response. It is strange, but I don't remember being too afraid of this sight. I adopted the feeling that it was someone watching out for me.
Another experience I had in this room happened around the Holiday season. I was asleep when I felt someone take hold of the big toe on my left foot and shake it. I assumed that it was my one uncle, trying to by coy I kept my eyes shut and then I felt someone grab my hair, like between your thumb and fore finger and give a little shake. Now I was sure it was my uncle because he was famous for doing that to me. When I awoke the next morning, I asked my mother if Uncle Phil had been to the house. She said he had not been there. I then asked, if her or my father had wiggled my toe or pulled my hair. The answer was no.
This next incident though was the strangest for me. When I was a child I prided myself on how well I could find my way around the house in the dark. To this day I still practice walking around in the dark or with my eyes closed, that is why this experience scared me the most. I had reached the age were I was sleeping with my bedroom door closed with no nite-lite. Outside my bedroom door immediately to the left was the bathroom door. In there was a small light that was on at night. It was very easy to see the glow from this light coming through the crack at the bottom of my door.This night I awoke to natures call, got out of bed and went to the door, but I could not find it. I started to look for the light at the bottom of my door, again it could not be found. Thinking I could be on the wrong side of the bed I moved around the room feeling for familiar pieces of furniture I felt nothing but blank walls. I even laid down on the floor looking for the light under the door but there was nothing but total blackness. I started yelling then screaming and beating on the walls for my mother, it seemed an eternity but she finally opened the door. This was the only experience of that kind that I had, it was enough.
A lot of things from my childhood I have forgotten, but I remember these things as if they were yesterday.