When I was about ten years old, my parents, brother, and I moved into a new house development (new suburbs). What you're probably thinking is, "The house isn't old, it's got to be spirit free." I must say, that house is freaky. The front door rattles and creaks, creepy shadows in places where they shouldn't be, feelings of being watched (the works). I usually try to be skeptic, but there are really some things I can't explain, and I don't think its fair to chalk everything up to the usual "being sleepy" and the usual excuses. So without further ado, here is my first written recalling of the odd things that have happened in that house.
It was a warm, clear summer night. I couldn't sleep because the air conditioner wasn't working (and it was 100F+ outside) and I really hadn't done anything at all during the day. I tried sleeping for the longest time, and realized that was something that wasn't going to happen. So I did the reasonable thing any 10 year old would do: go watch cartoons in the living room. I walk down the hallway and into the living room, very much awake, and drenched in sweat, and begin feeling the wall for the fan light. That's when I noticed a light in shining through the window. There had been recent break-ins in the neighborhood, but they were on the rich side of the neighborhood, whereas my house was this tiny little overpriced one-story (why any criminal would want to break in to my place when only 5 blocks away is a massive 1 million $ two-story who I am sure were on vacation. I went through my options: 1. Stand like an idiot and scream 2. Go wake up my dad 3. Be the heroine, take up a frying pan, and scare off the criminal. Being an avid detective story reader, and readily awaiting the moment of fame and triumph when catching a bad guy; and chose option three. So yes, I took a frying pan, crept towards the window, and opened the blinds...
Standing in the middle of my yard is a small (~5ft) figure. This is when it dawns on me that first off, that light is not a flashlight. That thing is a freaking, blue, glowing, ORB. I don't remember the skin color, or the clothing, but I can say the figure was thin enough that I could've fit my hands around its torso with my fingers touching each other, and its limbs were about half that circumference. At the time, what scared me the most was that the thing had no feet or fingers. All that over-zealous bravery drained from my soul. My instincts screamed at me to run, but I was transfixed in terror combined with an odd curiosity to identify it. It was like a bad horror story. That was when it turned its head, which was really about the width of its torso, and in the shape of a lemon drop. The eyes didn't really have color, but they were reflective. We make eye contact, and it stares for about 5 seconds. Suddenly, there's this flash of light and its gone. I turned on all the lights and proceeded to watch Spongebob.
There were multiple footprints in the yard in the morning, but this doesn't prove anything because my brother and I had played soccer out there the day before.
Any ideas as to what it was? Just curious, because this has freaked me out ever since, and if anyone has a rational explanation, I'd love to hear it.
Note: I was very very very AWAKE before this happened.
Edit: This is my first story, and my writing is horrid.