I remember when I was in sixth grade and living in an apartment complex where we just moved to, located in Dallas, Texas. At that time, my mom worked first shift and my dad worked third shift. My mom was my alarm clock as she called to wake me up so I can wake my younger siblings.
Before going to the bathroom, I woke my sister up to get ready and asked her to tell my little brother to get up. When I got done taking the shower, I saw the door knob moving or twisting like someone was trying to get in. It didn't bother me and I didn't care. As I grabbed the door knob, one of us were trying to get in and out at the same time. When I opened the bathroom door, there was black long straight hair with the same height like my sister's swing to the right, going to my parent's room. I jumped when I saw the long black hair and I think she got scared and ran way from me. I guess we both were scared of each other.
I don't know why at that time I just didn't grab that thing's hair. I followed her and it took me directly to my parent's room. There was my sister rubbing her eyes, sleeping next to my brother, and trying to get up. I don't remember being afraid but I asked my sister in an angry tone, "Was that you?" She said it wasn't her. I told her that she needs to stop playing tricks on me or I'll tell Mom on her.
That evening, I told my mom that I saw something with long black hair, just like my little sister. My mom told her to stop playing around. My sister was mad and said it wasn't her and she didn't do it. Then my mom just stopped there.
When we got older, I asked my sister one more time was it her back then, she said she swore it wasn't her and she not trying to scared me. One time, I reminded my mom and she knew it wasn't my sister. She said she didn't want to scare me. My mom was very confusing and I asked her why little kids see things? My mom said some kids can see, feel, hear, things.