When I was a bit younger I was watching tv in my living room. I turned the lights off to go to sleep and heard a pot from the kitchen fall. I then felt something tug on my hair.
That same year a friend was spending the night with me. We were staying the night in that living room. She swore she saw something in the mirror. I told her to go back to sleep.
The next year, it was me, my sister, and my mother watching tv. There was a knock on the front door. I went to look before I opened it. I saw this strange figure. It was hunched over. It's face was indescribable and it had a hood over its head. I refused to open it. It then went to the side door where you get into the kitchen. The window covered half of the kitchen door so it surprised me the figure didn't see me when I was trying to see who it was. I ran right after taking a glimpse of it. It didn't take long for me to notice almost every detail of it. It looked completely real as if I could touch it. Just scary enough to where I didn't want to take a second look. My mom told me and my sister to run upstairs. We three went upstairs. We went back down after a sum of minutes and didn't see it again. To this day, I still remember.