Hi, my name is Skqwaggy. I live in southern Saskatchewan with my mom and dad and older brother, his wife, and I live with my five annoying nephews. Anyway, we live in a house in the country. It has five bedrooms. We also have a storage room in the basement. It is usually a very cold down there. Well, after all, it is a basement.
Our house and family is like any other average family. No one ever had any experiences with ghosts, until a couple of weeks ago when I was babysitting my two youngest nephews, Al and William, while everyone else was at a rodeo back in town. The town isn't very far. Only about ten miles away. As I said, I was sitting on the couch watching the TV for hours until I got bored and got up to check on Al and William. Sure enough they were asleep in their beds. I was feeling tired too. So I got in my bed. I was woken up a couple hours later by William. He was crying so hard that I got up and went to his room. I looked and saw that their night light was unplugged somehow. I was a little weirded out by that. I plugged it back in and went back to bed thinking that Will must have pulled it out. I got up again about fifteen minutes later to find that their light was unplugged again. I told Will to leave it alone and I plugged it back in and went to sleep. Or tried to anyway, I kept thinking about how Will could have been unplugging the light. He obviously didn't like the dark. And his bed is all the way across the room. Will is kinda chunky. So why would he go through all the trouble by walking across the room and turning off the light. Only to find himself getting scared. My mom and dad and well, everyone would be getting back in an hour or so. I shook away that though and tried to get some sleep.
About an hour later I heard some footsteps and a door slam. I though it was mom and dad and everyone getting home. So I closed my eyes. Then I felt someone kick the bed. I thought it was one of my nephews so I shouted, "Stoppit!" and ignored the kicking. I don't know what time it was but the kicking seemed to go on for a while. I finally opened my eyes and was gonna push whoever it was away when I realized that the kicking wasn't being done by anybody! There was no one in sight. I looked in the hallway. I checked in my mom and dad's room and the bed was empty. I looked in my brother's room and no one was to be found. They didn;t get home yet. I checked the clock. It was like four in the morning. It was still dark outside. I picked up the phone and tried to phone my mom's cell phone. She picked up. I asked her when she was gonna be back. She said something like, "It's almost over. Sorry for taking so long. I didn't think it would..." Just then the phone was going all weird. I looked on the caller ID screen and there was just a bunch of numbers. Something was wrong. I hung up and checked checked on the boys. The light had been unplugged again. I went and plugged it back in. I kneeled down and picked up the plug. But before I could plug it in I felt like someone was watching me. So I looked up.
Over Will's bed was a tall, dark and shadowy figure looking at me. I let out a little scream. Will woke up and saw the figure. I looked at him and he was seeing exactly what I was seeing. Will started to cry and I got up and took a few steps back, and then fell back over by Al's bed. He was still sleeping. He is usually the heavy sleeper. Will got out of bed and ran out, leaving me. The figure moved closer to me. I felt weak. Then I saw Will in the corner of my eye. He was standing by the doorway. He flicked the light switch on. At that instant the figure who was just inches away from doing whatever to me, was gone! I felt so happy and let out a sigh of relief. I felt like laughing.
About an hour later my folks got back. I told them everything. They actually believed me! The next day they got a priest to pray for the house. After that I never saw the figure again.
I still live with my nephews. I won't forget about that night, the dark figure, and how Will saved me.