On an early September morning before school, my mom was brushing my knotty, unruly hair. She was sitting on the living room couch and I was standing with my back to her, directly in front of her. I was looking blankly, sleepily at the rest of the living room, not thinking about much of anything. Being twelve at the time, I was fussing that she was hurting my head and pulling too hard (as usual), but I shut up real quick once I got a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye.
Out of thin air, I saw what looked like a thick cloud of black smoke... Oval in shape... Somewhat translucent; I could see through it. It floated about two feet off the ground and if I had to make a guess, I would say it was about three feet tall and two feet wide. My jaw dropped open and my mom stopped brushing my hair. I witnessed the black silhouette float around the entire perimeter of my living room slowly. I followed it with my eyes and watched it enter the hallway which leads into the bedrooms. I didn't follow any further. I was so scared!
My mom and I looked at one another. I asked, "Mama, did you just see that?". To which she replied "Shh. Don't say a word. Just draw what you saw,". So we both drew exactly what we saw, and our pictures were the same. Since then, this is only one of the many experiences I've had in this house. It makes me feel better knowing my mom saw the same thing and I'm not crazy, though.
Was this a "ghost"? Since it was black- was it a "bad" one? What are your thoughts on this?