I was spending the night with some childhood friends when I
was living in Ohio. These friends of mine had an
exceptionally large house (compared to what I was used to)
complete with one of those sitting rooms that has really
nice furniture but no one ever goes in there.
Anyway, I was a shy girl growing up and adults I didn't
know always intimidated me, I never wanted to be confronted
by any of them and my friend's parents were no exception.
As the night wore on I grew more and more hungry and asked
my friend Jennifer if we could grab a snack. Her mother was
a health nut and didn't allow such things so Jennifer
promised we would get some food after her parents went to
sleep. So later that night Jennifer, her sister Julie and I
all hung out in their finished basement watching movies and
doing that weird girlie-communicating (you know
everything's super fast and high-pitched). It must have
been going on midnight when I reminded Jennifer how hungry
I was so could we PLEASE get something to eat.
We snuck up the stairs, and as soon as you open their
basement door you're in the kitchen. JACKPOT! I thought. I
quickly grabbed a bag of chips and was on my way downstairs
when Jennifer mentioned that we needed some drinks.
I started to walk towards her to give her a hand when the
hall light came on, letting us know that we were busted and
one of her parents were on their way to crack some skulls.
So instead of doing the smart thing and running back down
to the basement where we would fake sleeping, we did a
little Three Stooges dance and ended up in the dining room.
Shortly thereafter the kitchen light came on and Jennifer
walked out telling her father that it was just her, she was
getting something to drink, and she's going back to bed. So
there I was, scared of getting in trouble and worried that
her father was going to walk into the dining room to see if
anyone else was hiding out. So like a stealth lizard I
crawled into their formal sitting room where I proceeded to
hide behind a chair that was up against the corner of one
of the walls.
As I sat there scared out of my mind a dark figure
approached me. Now the direction in which I was facing was
towards these huge windows where light was coming in from
the street so a black figure would have been all
that anyone could see no matter what. Anyway, this black
figure approached me that looked like a small girl, and
told me that everything was ok and I could go back
downstairs now.
This figure didn't frighten me, in fact I was glad that I
wasn't so alone in that big house. It allowed me to walk
back down to the basement where I saw Jennifer waiting for
me, wondering what took me so long and denying any
knowledge of me being in her sitting room, and Julie,
passed out on the sofa.
I never mentioned this to anyone that lived there and even
though I spent many more nights in that house (always with
a prepacked snack) I never saw that figure again.
I just thought this was an interesting story and one that I
will never forget. Thanks for reading!
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