The Woman Folding Clothes Wasn’t My Mother

I was about 12 years old and I was talking with my dad in his room.

My mom was in the closet with the lights off

but we could clearly see her folding clothes

Well during me and my dads conversation he had asked my mom something but

to no reply.

He eventually got to the point where he started to yell.

I got up and stepped into the closet but then I heard my mom walk into the room

and ask why he was yelling her name.

I looked at her and she had a towel wrapped around her,

I quickly looked back into the closet

and saw nothing...

Absolutely nothing.

This obviously creeped me and my dad out.

Whatever we saw, it wasn't my mom. Whatever it was it had her shape

and even the bun, my mom always had her hair in a bun.

I would've completely thought this was my imagination

if it weren't for my dad also being there and seeing it too.