About twenty years ago, when we lived in Navy housing out on Oahu, Hawaii, my daughter and I experienced something that still haunts me. Honestly, I'm not sure what it was. In that, I'm not sure if it was a ghost.
At the time we, my husband, our two daughters and I were living in Navy housing. I had never believed in ghosts or the supernatural and we didn't entertain such stories or thoughts in our home.
It was a sunny summer day. My husband was at work, my oldest daughter was out surfing with her friend, and my youngest was at home with me. We had just finished lunch and decided to watch some TV. The TV room was just off the living / dining room and filled with windows and two doors: one to the kitchen and one to the back yard. There was a wall composed of 2 large sliding doors that separated the living / dining room from the TV room. Against that (make-shift sliding door) wall was a loveseat that my daughter was sitting on. I was sitting on a chair opposite the loveseat. The TV was to the side of us on a low bookcase below a bank of windows.
While sitting there watching TV, something shimmery, a staticy sparkly, flashing sort of mass passed between us and the TV. It had entered from the living room, into the TV room, and then moved across the room and out the back door. Within seconds of seeing it, we turned to look at each other. She then jumped into my lap, and we sat hugging each other tightly for a bit before either of us could speak. I knew by her actions and the panic on her face, she had seen what I had. With fear in her voice, she asked me "What was that?!"
I had no idea what it was, but I tried to reason it away. Staying as calm as I could, I told her it was probably the sun reflecting off a car passing the house. With a trembling soft voice (almost whisper) she replied "But all the blinds are down." Not wanting to give in to the panic, I told her that the shades don't fit the windows so tightly that light can't find its way in between window frame and shade. I then changed the subject to our picking up my oldest daughter and going for shaved ice (a Hawaiian snow cone, but better). Other than telling family and friends for the next few weeks, we didn't / haven't talked about it since. We put it behind us.
Fastforward two years later, my husband (reassigned back to Rhode Island) had moved back to the mainland to open our old home and get it ready while the girls and I were still in Hawaii. The girls still had a few months of school to finish, so he went ahead without us.
The last few days on the island, I spent alone cleaning our base housing. All our household belongings had been moved out the day before, and were on their way back to Rhode Island. While I cleaned the house, readying it for inspection, my girls enjoyed their last days with friends on the beach.
I had cleaned the kitchen and laundry the day before and was now cleaning the bedrooms, bathrooms and on into the living / dining and TV rooms. The whole house was floored with linoleum which I had to sweep and mop spotless. I was mopping the living / dining area. The only thought in my mind was how warm it was now that the air conditioner was gone. Then, out of nowhere, appeared that same shimmering sparkling wild flashing mass. It crossed the room right in front of me.
Being all alone and startled by what I was seeing, I packed up and left. I still hadn't mopped the TV room, nor finished the living / dining room. I didn't care. I was out of there! I grabbed my cleaning supplies, my purse and locked the door. I left the mop and bucket with the curbside trash and got in the car and didn't look back.
I have never ever seen anything like this before or after Hawaii. I have also since become more open minded to ghosts. Once back in RI, I started watching the many supernatural and ghost hunting shows that had since started appearing on TV. And, although I am open minded now, I haven't seen any real proof. I say that because I still am not sure what I saw out in Hawaii. I still feel there might have been a logical explanation.
I'm still waiting to come across someone somewhere who has experienced the same thing, someone who can tell me what it was that my daughter and I saw.