The Scariest Moment of My Life

Back when i was about 6 years old i me and my family moved onto some land that was given to my parents by my grandfather. It was well hidden far into the mountains. We happened to live close to the oldest church in New Mexico where we had several relatives buried. Right down the road i noticed a historical landmark stating facts about the battle of Glorieta which happened to be a major battle during the civil war. I didn't think to much about it until i got to be a little older and i understood the effect the civil war had on this country. I continued growing up on this land playing making forts and tree houses with no paranormal experiences of any kind, until the age of fourteen. One night when I was falling asleep in my bed i got one of those feelings like i was being watched. I opened my eyes to see a dark long haired figure that was hunched over and wearing a cloak. It's face seemed to be made of what looked like porcelain, it had dark sunken in eyes with a slight upturned smile. The second i saw it i couldn't move or breathe, It moved to the foot of my bed in a sort of morphing like movement (like when they dodge bullets in the matrix) once it was there it's face came out about 8 inches and then it turned a quarter rotation, it had faces on every side of its head that would pop out then rotate to another face and so on. I could see the spirit clearly for about forty five seconds, it didn't go away until i started praying out loud asking god to take it away, then it slowly faded. I know i wasn't hallucinating because a few weeks later i was watching a show based on old tales of ghosts and night terrors, and what did i see? An illustration of the exact same thing that i saw in my room that night. I didn't sleep in my room for months after that...