I'm finally telling this story. This story is how I believed in ghosts and understand that after you die, you can still be here. I was in 3rd grade, around 9 years old, and it was the summer that mostly all of Long Island, New York, was in a black out. My family slept in the basement. It's a cold basement and in the light, it looks normal, but in the dark, it's totally creepy!
So we had candles light and flashlights on. My battery powered the clock next to my dad. And we all went to bed around 10:00. I kept on waking up. I do that sometimes when I'm not in my own room. About the third time I woke up, I had to go to the bathroom. Quietly got up off the couch and looked at the clock. 3:10 am it said. I walked over and used the bathroom and was walking passed the staircase to the ground floor. I saw something that looked like a wolf. It was a shadow. I looked closely and the I felt something. Like an aura around me. Now I was 9 years old, and I was freaking out! I just stared at the wolf shaped figure and then it vanished and the aura around me went away.
That was the last time I've seen a wolf figure in my house. Oh and another weird thing is that the lights went on after I got back to my little couch where I was sleeping. My house isn't haunted because I moved into it when I was 1 years old and it was built on just normal land. Flat land. No woods. So I don't know why a wolf figure was in my house. Can someone explain to me?