I remember when I was a senior in high school, I was preparing for college. When I wasn't doing that, I would be spending time with my family.
We were just playing the Wii and chatting about life when my mom sent me to get her purse and when I asked her where was it, she told me it was in the Dining Room/Kitchen. The Dining Room shared the same room as the Kitchen so hence the fusion.
Now at this time, lights were out and as I walked down the hallway, I figured I didn't need to switch on the lights because it would only be a quick and easy task. While it was a quick and easy task, this experience was terrifying. As I looked around for her bag, I found it on a chair near the hallway, but as I looked over to the patio door (which the blinds were closed), I saw a woman's face. A WOMAN'S FACE SMILING AT ME. Just the face. No body. Besides the fact she had medium length hair, there were no other features than the face and the hair. (Yes, as in features, eyes, nose, lips.)
I didn't stick around to catch any more details, I ran, I ran straight to my family, just telling them what had happened. This story is also one of the reasons I shut my bedroom doors and flick on lights wherever I go. Of course, I flick them off as I return.
Now as for the shadow figure, I remember my mom had an idea of sleeping in the dining room area. The area was big, so we set up blankets pillows, and warm heat pads. We watched Korean dramas and other movies with my brother. Afterwards, my mom told us it was time to go to bed.
As I'm lying there, I start to draw late at night. Yeah, I'm a night owl, and it has been a bad habit since high school. I looked to the kitchen and as I looked towards the counter, I saw a tall shadow figure swish past quick from right to left. It was quick enough to see what it was. No, we didn't have anything hanging in the kitchen nor did have anything hanging in the dining room. I was puzzled.
The next night, we we sleeping in the dining room again. Again, I stay up to draw. But then I hear thuds. Like multiple thuds. Like the sound of a person running. It varied from walking to running. I was even more perplexed.
For those of you curious, no, I haven't seen the "patio lady" and no, I haven't heard those footsteps ever since then.