Once, when I was very small, I saw something very strange. This is a short story but I believe it is worth telling to someone. When I was no older than six or seven years old and when I lived in a town called Wildflower Ranch in Goodyear, Arizona. I lived with my mother, father, and my older brother and sister. One early evening, around seven o'clock when it was barely light outside and the sun was setting and the sky was cloudy, I was watching a game show with my brother and sister in my my sister's room.
My siblings had gone into the living room to watch it with my dad (my mom was at work) and I had refused to go with them so they turned the T.V. off. I was laying on the floor in front of the window facing the T.V. on the opposite side of the room. The sky shown grey though my window casting a dim light. I sat there for a mere three minutes before I saw it. It was the shape of what seemed a man, and it ran across the television. It had looked at me, not with eyes, it didn't have eyes, but I could tell it glanced at me because I saw that its head was turned facing towards me.
We had a bathroom right next to the T.V. And it ran in there. But as it ran it was perfectly shaped but blurred and dark just like a shadow and when it ran it made a very faint sound as if wind were blowing through high snowed peaks. Realizing my fear I called for my sister. When she came I had told her what had happened. To my horror she told me she saw the same exact thing peeking out from the hallway. She said she had walked over there to get a better look when it disappeared. And that's when she heard me calling her. She, being my oldest sibling, was also frightened.
My dad came to take a look but wanted to think it was something from me and my sister's imagination. But I, knowing my dad, had many experiences with things like this in his lifetime and I know that for a fact for he had told me. But many years later (which means this year) my parents got divorced due to alcohol. My mother and I still live in Goodyear but only closer to Avondale. My father still lives in that house with my older brother. My older sister is now a US Marine along with my brother following her.
But ever since then I was never too fond of that house. I visit it from time to time for my dad but from time to time I still have my superstitions...