This happened late last year sometime in November if I remember correctly. I'm a college student dealing with generalized anxiety disorder and my medicine supposed to be taken in the morning. Due to my paranoia of taking my medicine when my family is around, I set my alarms for five in the morning every morning, that way I know I'm the only one up.
So, one morning I had just woken up and went downstairs to take my medicine and grab my morning water bottle as I usually do. Being that I had just woken up I was still a little drowsy but for the most part fully conscious and aware of my everything around me. The stairs to the second floor are in the kitchen but face the back wall, so I can't really see much of the main floor as I go down the stairs. If you turn right like you were swinging around the railing, at the bottom of the stairs there's the kitchen, a little hall the the right connecting to the living room, another room past that hall which leads to the garage, and then the entrance to the dining room which would be straight ahead.
So I turned at the bottom of the stairs, and as I walked to the counter to grab a cup for water to take my medicine with I caught a quick glimpse of the dining room entrance. There are only two lights in the kitchen that are usually on when I'm down there in the morning and that's a small lamp by the stairs and a nightlight that's plugging into the outlet by where my medicine is on the counter. Aside from those lights the rest of the first floor is almost pitch black. My eyes are used to adjusting to the darkness, but my being near sighted makes it hard to see things even when my eyes adjust. What I saw for that brief moment looked like a little girl standing in front of the dining room window.
My mom loves dolls and used to collect them when we lived back in Jersey, and she has them everywhere in the house so at first I didn't think anything of it. I took my medicine and then made my way to the room that led to the garage because that room has the other fridge where we keep the water bottles. Again, as I walked to the room I looked into the dining room and saw the little girl standing there. Since the room I was going to was closer to the dining room I had a slightly better view of the little girl and I could see one of the small chairs that my mom usually has a doll sitting on next to her. Again, I didn't think anything of it and moved on.
As I was getting a water bottle out of the fridge I got this feeling. It was kind of like a sudden shock, or like when you start to fall asleep at your desk and quickly wake up after blacking out for a second. The only thing that popped into my head was, "what happened to the doll that was on the chair?" Like I said earlier in the post, my mom usually has a doll sitting on that chair and I knew the doll was there a few days ago. I don't know why that was the first thing that came to mind though, my mom always switches things up so it's not odd for her to leave the chair there without the doll. I guess I was just used to seeing it there so not seeing it might have thrown me off, either that or I knew the little girl wasn't supposed to be there but I didn't want to acknowledge it. Either way, when that thought popped into my head so did the image of what I saw both times I looked into the dining room that morning. At that point I remembered seeing the little girl and I started shaking. I honestly didn't know what to do.
Part of me wanted to make a run for the stairs but I was too scared of this little girl chasing after me. I've seen way too many ghost shows and horror movies to know that there are things you should do and things you shouldn't do, and running to me seemed like something I definitely shouldn't do. I was literally just standing in front of the fridge holding the water bottle I had gotten out and just thinking of half of the ghost hunting shows that I like, trying to figure out how I was going to leave the room because I knew I'd have to go by the entrance to the dining room to go back to the stairs. Even when it was happening I didn't know whether what I was seeing was real or just me hallucinating because of it being so early in the morning, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I stepped back out into the kitchen and turned to face the dining room. The girl was still there. She was dressed almost like one of the smaller dolls my mom has, in this old styled frilly dark pink dress, black shoes, long dark curly hair with a black headband or ribbon, and it looked like she had no eyes. It was completely dark where her eyes should've been, and she was sort of glowing almost like someone used a white balance or something.
For about a minute or so I just stood there staring at this little girl, acknowledging her and trying to force a smile and trying not to shake. The same thought kept running through my mind, "Don't let her know you're afraid. Just smile and nod and back away slowly." As I started to back away I gained enough courage to slowly turn around and start walking to the stairs. I figured she wasn't going to chase me or anything since she hadn't moved when I started backing away. When I was about halfway to the stairs, I paused for a moment to look back and see if she was still there and that's when I panicked. Right when I did that I saw this little girl start floating towards me quickly. I wanted to kick the part of me that was telling me to speed walk instead of run when I turned back to the stairs to make my way back to my room. The whole way to the stairs I could feel this thing behind me and it was freaking me out.
When I started up the stairs, I could see it floating through the kitchen out of the corner of my eye and that's when I bolted for my room. When I got in my room I closed my door as quickly as I could and I could still feel this thing coming. It was almost like I could tell where it was just from the feeling, and once it got to the other end of the hall by my parents' room it was gone. The feeling of her following me was gone and I was relieved but scared that whatever that little girl was, whether she was a ghost or a hallucination, she could still be out there and I waited until I heard either my parents or my older brother leave their rooms before I left mine.
If she was a ghost, I'd say she was trying to get my attention and let me know that she was there. Every morning it's become a habit to look in the dining room and give a little nod just in case. I haven't seen her since then, but I'm never going to forget that morning.