I am really freaked out right now. I mean, I get creeped out a lot; I'm really paranoid of the supernatural. But this was different. I am legitimately scared. Here's what happened.
Our house has the kitchen, study and lounge room in one end, then there's a long hallway (that has never failed to scare the living daylights out of me) that connects my room, my parent's room, my sister's room and the toilet and bathroom. So if I was standing in the kitchen, looking into the lounge room, there is no way anyone could walk past me, down the hallway, and into their bedroom without me noticing.
So, as you may have guessed, I was standing in the kitchen after just getting myself a vegemite covered vita-wheat (I'm Aussie and hungry. Vegemite? Pure satisfaction) when I saw my little poodle x shiat zu run past me and dart into the lounge room, where I saw who I thought was my dad walking around the corner to the door. I figured Muffin (my dog. And he's a boy. My sister got naming rights.) was just barking at him as he does anytime he thinks we're going for a walk without him. So naturally, I didn't think much of it, until my mum (who was in the study) called out something to my dad, and he answered her - from down the hallway.
I thought I must have heard him wrong, and he just sounded like he was down the hallway, but when I turned my head to the right I saw his bedroom light on and his shadow moving across the wall. That's when I started panicking.
"Dad, where are you?" I half choked on my words. "I'm down here." Yeah, really helpful. I was almost to the point of praying it was him standing in front of the door (which I couldn't see, I could just see Muffin barking at someone) and my sister had just wondered into my parents room for whatever reason a young teenage girl would want to. But no, my dad popped his head out of the door and gave me a strange look. "What's wrong?" my mum asked me, and me, thinking a burglar must've broken in, asked: "Who's in the lounge room? "She, of course, said no one. My dad came down the hallway at that moment asking what I was on about, and I kept insisting that someone was in front of the doorway and that Muffin was barking at them.
Dad went to investigate and I followed, but no one was there when I turned the corner and stood in front of the doorway. The doors were locked, and the only way to lock them is from the inside the house, and I didn't hear the door open or close. I looked around to see if someone was hiding behind the lounge or something, but there was nothing. Muffin was still barking.
I was nearly in tears with how scared I was... Still am. But even if this sounds wussy, I really did see someone. My mum thinks it was just the TV reflecting in my eyes, but I saw a freaking arm and about half of a man's body turning the corner to the doorway. It honestly looked like my dad, and when he came to investigate he had the same jacket on that I thought I saw on the mystery arm.
So yeah, this is what has me up at 11:25pm, not getting sleep for my classes tomorrow, which I need to pay attention in for the exams next week, and definitely not feeling like sleep is coming any time soon.
Has anyone got any ideas about what I saw? Was it really just a figment of my imagination? Or is the "ghost" friend in my house that my friends and myself joke about really here?
Just on a side note, after typing the word ghost just now, my hands are starting to feel like ice. That could just be because I've freaked myself out, or because it's cold, but you never know...