I was 42 years old and me and my mother had went to an old ponshop on the dead side of town… It was creepy I did think much of it at the time… When we walked in I immediately started looking at the jewelry… But I seen something that caught my eye… it was beautiful. when the light hit shined on the ring it had lots of sparkle… I tried the ring on and it fit perfect so I had to by it… That night when I laid down to go to sleep, I had a strange dream… I was walking through the woods, I could feel the cold branches and leaves on my feet as I made my way to a old wooden cabin… I walked in and seen a casket sitting in front of a huge fire place… As I stared in to the lifeless box… I seen a women with long red hair pale white skin, her nails were indigo and all I could do was stare, because I notice she had on my ring… It felt like minute and minutes turned into hours… Then she sits up an says “That’s my ring” I awake in fear, but I didn’t think much about it I thought it was a bad dream until the next day when I fell asleep… I started walking in the woods again and seen the same wooden cabin. But when I walked in there we’re 2 rocking chairs in front of the fire place. I seen a man and a women sitting there, they both appeared to be dead.. I looked down at the old rocking chair and noticed again that the lady had my ring on… out of nowhere she opens her pitch black eyes and says “That’s my ring! ” I woke up, ran to my bathroom and put the ring in my medicine cabinet… I tried to go to sleep but I couldn’t… I was terrified… I told my mom about it but she didn’t believe me… But I knew something was wrong so I grabbed a Bible and put the ring inside, thinking that it would stop but as usual I was wrong… I had trouble going to sleep when I finally did I woke up to the sounds of foot steps an seen that the lady was standing at the end of my bed… I was just laying there and I kept hearing her say louder and louder “that’s my ring, I want my ring” over an over… I quickly realized her ring finger was gone… But she just stranded there and said “that’s my ring , I want my ring” I didn’t think twice I ran and got the Bible and put it in my car…. The next day I drove to the ponshop and through the ring on the counter and said “keep it” I never had those dream again… But it still scares til this day…