I remember it was a school morning. I don't have the exact date but I do know that it was a Wednesday at 7:14AM.
My sister and I are very slow people. We had only 15 minutes to prepare for school and were in a rush so we decided to have a quick breakfast of blueberry waffles. We went down to the basement together (We're both terrified of the dark) and took a box of blueberry waffles out of the chest freezer and made our way to the stairs.
Our bedroom is in the basement. When you walk down the stairs you enter the playroom. If you keep going forwards you will enter our bedroom. If you take a left at the bottom of the stairs then you enter the room we were currently in. (I'm not sure of the correct words to use to describe the layout so I just used a basic explanation). As we got to the bottom of the stairs my sister flicked the light off to the computer room (The computer room is where the freezer is).
My sister started rushing me, looking behind her the whole time. She was pushing a little bit as we made our way upstairs. When we got upstairs to the kitchen she sat in a corner and burst into tears. Our mother (In the kitchen at the time) came over and asked what was wrong. My sister explained how she had looked towards our bedroom after turning off the lights and saw a pale figure standing in the doorway. She told us that it looked like a short human with no features or clothing. It was just a peach coloured humanoid figure with no face, no genitals, nothing but white spiked hair (Much like that of Toshiro Hitsugaya from the anime Bleach) and insisted that she saw it slowly making its way towards us.
After hearing the story our mother went downstairs to see what it was (Possibly a burglar or something) but came back with no explanation. We concluded that it was probably just her imagination or maybe some sleep in her eyes.
We've lived in this house for three to four years after that and haven't had any other experiences with anything of the sort since.
We were around 10 at the time so it could have just been her imagination but I doubt she was faking it. I highly doubt that my sister would cry over her imagination and she's a terrible actor and can't cry on command. I feel that her story is legitimate.
I always have the feeling of being watched in my house and can never rest properly here. It's always been a bit uncomfortable. We've always heard sounds and whatnot from down there and even got scared enough of demons and spirits that we made little crosses out of Popsicle sticks and hid them throughout the basement. My entire family are atheists, if this has any significance to the story.
I apologize for any incorrect grammar. I also apologize if this story isn't suitable for this website.