The night visitor

I grew up being a naturally sensitive child.  Whether it was emotions, people, relationships, spiritual, nature, animals, sounds, or smells, I was very sensitive to my surroundings.  I was also very shy and introverted and as a result I observed a lot of what was going on in my environment.  Prior to this experience, I had never had an encounter with what you would call a ghost or spirit.  I was completely unprepared for this encounter as I hadn't been seeking it out at all.  It just happened and I had to process it with my mind and my limited understanding of how the world operates.  I also didn't speak about this to anyone for years because it scared me so bad and I believed if I talked about it, it would come back.  It was a typical evening; my sister and I shared a room at the time and had bunk beds.  I slept on the top bunk, and she slept on the bottom.  Our bedroom door opened up to a hallway that led to the kitchen.  We were unwinding for the night and getting ready for bed.  One of my favorite things to do as a child was read, even when it was past my bedtime, I had a flashlight hidden that I would use to read under my blanket with when I was supposed to be sleeping.  I grew up when it was still popular to go the public library and check-out books.  The library for me was the equivalent of going to Disneyland, I absolutely loved it.  So, on this particular night I had stayed up late past my bedtime, reading under my blanket.  Finally, my eyes grew tired, and I fell asleep.  At some point during the night, I awoke to an eerie feeling, like I was being watched.  Our family never kept any lights on in the house after everyone went to bed and I didn't have a night light at the time.   Our bedroom door wasn't closed this night, so looking out from my bed I had a direct view of our hallway.  I looked out to the hallway to see a bright white, translucent woman, at least two feet off of the ground floating towards me.  It was completely silent, but you could see that she was a spirit and was gliding through the air, very slowly right in the direction of our room.  I was so scared that I couldn't even scream or move.  I tried to scream, but nothing came out, I'm not sure if it was because I was in shock, but I felt paralyzed.  I hid under my covers and shut my eyes tight, not knowing what else to do.  The next morning came, I had survived the night.  As close as I was with my sister and family, I didn't tell a soul until I was an adult.  My sister also had some experiences in that house that she didn't talk about either.  She had heard a woman on multiple occasions singing in that house, when no one else was around.  That was all the evidence that we needed to realize that we had experienced something supernatural in that house.  Also, our dog we had at the time, would bark in the hallway when nothing was there and try to dig at the carpet.  My sister was convinced that someone had been murdered and chopped up and put in the walls.  My sister can be dramatic though.  I never looked into the history of the house, but I know that a different family lived there before we did, so I'm not sure if it was connected to that at all, or if it was completely unrelated.