When I was a child, maybe at the age of 9 or 10, me and my cousins visited my grandparents house regularly. There was nothing creepy about the house, as we loved going there to see each other, as well as our grandparents themselves.
One night, we decided to play a game with our grandmother in which she would turn the lights out in the back three rooms of the house, and hide under a sheet somewhere in said three rooms. We would get a flashlight to track her down, and upon finding her, our usual reaction was to shriek in excitement and run back to our grandfather who was sitting in the living room watching TV. We played again and again, each time running past the bathroom and kitchen en route to the living room. I can't remember how many times we played until the only paranormal event in my entire 19 years occurred.
We broke out in a sprint for the living room, only this time, when we rushed past the kitchen, I caught a quick glance of what seemed to be a large priest/preacher, as I'm not sure exactly what it was, sitting at the table. My heart probably skipped a beat as I lunged on to the couch, burying my face in the pillows with fear. I didn't make a sound and I didn't move. I just pretended to be asleep as my younger cousin pushed and poked me, urging me to play again. I kept my head down, in fear of what I had just seen. I can't remember how long I stayed on the couch, pretending to be in my own little world in which I thought I was alone. I eventually snapped out of it and asked my older cousin if he had seen what I had seen in the kitchen. He responded with a yes. Since then, I recalled the event to him maybe 5 or so years later and he still stood strong that he had seen the priest as well.
To this day, as I write this, it seems like the strangest thing in the world that I wasn't more afraid of what I had seen, or maybe even traumatized. To others it may seem not that big of a deal, but I feel as if I should remember that moment more than I do. Maybe it was that I was merely a kid, but I look back at that moment and don't really feel any emotion towards it. I don't feel any emotion towards it, and that's scarier than the memory.