I don’t know why I took to Reddit as my first option, but I need help. Last weekend, my father and I went to a funeral of a friend of his who I’ve never met. He started crying for the first time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my dad cry. During the funeral, there was a lady in the very back of the crowd dressed in all white which was unusual, but no one really seemed to notice her. She was smiling the whole time and never moved a muscle during the service. Almost as if she were a mannequin. She had on a white dress, pale skin, wore a pearl necklace and had a white dress hat on. The type of hat you wear to funerals. She looked middle-aged maybe in her late 30’s. After the funeral, I went to my friends house. We didn’t do much just chilled and played some Fifa and 2K. I didn’t realize how much time I had spent at his house until I looked out the window. The sun was already setting and it was getting dark outside. My dad just left for work an hour earlier so I didn’t have much of a choice but to walk home. It was only a 2.5 mile walk so I didn’t mind. While walking back home, I saw her again under the street lamp across the street from me. She had on the same dress and was standing still. Her body was frozen in time but her eyes were glued on me. Slowing watching me as I walk home. That smile. That damned smile. I ran home after feeling creeped out and as I turned back, she was still there staring at me. When I got home, I woke up in the middle of the night and went to go get a glass of water. I poured another glass but accidentally spilled it. I left the mess there as I was too tired to clean it up and would do it in the morning. I came back to my room and sat on my bed going through my phone and there she was, standing in my closet. This time, I was closer so I saw a little bit more of her features. Her skin was pale but wrinkly and cracking, her teeth were stained, and her eyes dug into my like a knife. That FUCKING SMILE. It was wide and creepy. Scared the living shit out of me. I woke up after that, but I don’t know if was a dream of not. Everything felt so surreal. I think the fact that the spilled glass was still there in the morning proves that last night did happen. If anyone is reading this right now, I need help. Please. I’m not asking anyone to believe my story because that isn’t the point and and I’m not putting my story out there to get a couple clicks and upvotes. I’m putting it out there because I genuinely need help. What should I do?