This story is taking place in the apartment, in my room in which I still live in today. This was the second house I moved in since I was four. I was sitting on my queen sized bed that me and my mom sleep in. I just finished drawing a broken heart and I was about to put it away... When I suddenly felt cold air around the room. It was strange because it was a very hot and humid day and the windows in back of me were tightly shut. I took my sweater and put it on. Suddenly the chill was gone and it became hot again.
I was curious very curious and I kept wondering how the room temperature could change drastically and quickly. I thought my mom turned on the air conditioner but she was no where in sight. Then, I suddenly remembered that she was down stairs trying to carry boxes with my aunt. Now that the room is back to its normal hot temperature I went in the kitchen to get a drink. Then, as soon as I turned around to leave the kitchen I felt the temperature changing and it became chilly again.
I was walking back to my room, then suddenly I see something strange happen. I saw hands pointing to my aunt's room and the bathroom. Those hands I saw was no joke, the strange hands pointing to the room were pure white as if there is no more blood in them, they also looked very cold. I close my eyes trying to forget about what I just saw, it was very paranormal and it scared me. I could never forget about that day, I swore never to tell my mom for she would never believe me.
To this day I still look back and wonder why the hands were there and why they were pointing to my aunt's room and the bathroom. Maybe it's a sign of something that will happen in the future or a sign that is telling that something happened in this house before I moved in...