Daytime Isn't Safe
I've mentioned in previous comments that my childhood home was massively haunted. A lot of the haunting happened during the day, but here's the one that panicked me the most.
I was alone watching my brother. (I was around 18, he was 2 or 3, barely talking yet) We were in his playroom, a really brightly lit area downstairs, playing with blocks or something when he suddenly goes from giggling and running around to just dead frozen starring at the entryway into the room.
I ask him what's up, and he just points to our staircase and says "icky noise". He'd been pointing and saying that freaked out randomly for a while now, and I figured it was gonna be another time showing him nothing is there, but I finally take a good look at the stairs and there's something there.
Our staircase was mostly surrounded by walls, so I hadn't noticed at first due to shadow, but I could see crouched on the step just below where the wall cut off this pitch black shape of a person. It was literally a slightly fuzzy silhouette of a person made of just pure black clearly looking at us between the hand railing. It took a step further down toward us, still crouched holding the rails, before my brain processed that I was actually seeing it.
I screamed, because what other response are you really gonna have to that, grabbed my brother, and hauled ass out of the house. We ended up sitting in the backyard playing with my sisters dog while I called my mom and waited for her to get home.
Sightings of that thing only got worse before we moved out. When my brother was a bit older he was able to explain he called it icky noise because whenever it showed up he could hear this really gross scary gurgling whispering. I never heard it make noise, but I definitely saw it several times, and it got rid of my idea that daytime was automatically safe real fast.
#Unexplained/Paranormal #Visual/Shadow