Crib Memories

I can remember a time when I was still in the crib. I know it's rare to have memories as far back. I was just old enough to walk. But this memory has always been with me.

I remember my grandmother carrying me to the crib and placing me inside. Where my crib was located was near our old kitchen. The room was dark and had a bathroom to the other side. So when she put me down, I remember standing up and trying to peek around the corner to see in the kitchen. I could see her back at the table with my uncle. I decided to try to climb out of the crib and go back to the kitchen. As I was climbing, something came out of the bathroom. I remember it scaring me so badly that I tried to hide in the crib. It was my grandmother but dead and floating. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back, mouth open. She had her hair done up in a bun and wore a skirt with a blouse and vest. I remember keeping quiet, closing my eyes and trying to hide. 

When I got older, I told about my experience. Some swore it was a bad dream but it wasn't. To others it was a horror no one could explain. I've wondered what it was I saw and if it saw me.