This was years ago, and in my dream I was sleeping next to my wife, and in fact that was just where I was.
In the dream I opened my eyes and looked up and there was this plant pot hook attached to the
ceiling above our bed. I saw it and closed my eyes again. Next time I opened them there was
this shirt hanging peacefully on a clothes hanger on the plant hook. Nothing more. The third time that I looked the shirt was gently twirling on it's hanger, and there was the sound of the hanger hitting and gently clanging on something. It spun more and I could see a pair of eyes above the shirt which was hour glass shaped, it belonged to a woman.

So I knew that it was some kind of being and I asked it who it was and it answered so softly that I only
could hear it by not breathing for a few seconds. It said "Alice". Now Alice was my wife's deceased mother,
who I had never met. A ghost? My blood ran cold, and large goose bumps were on my arm as I got up
from the bed to go to work. Did it really happen?

I have had night mares, but nothing that scared me like this dream.