January 2006 Page 13
In my family, I'm the youngest, being 15, and it's just my mom, dad, and me in our house. I have four older brothers, but they're all married and living away from home. I, for some reason, am the earliest person to wake up in our house, sometimes at around 6:30. The whole house was dark and quiet, save the monotonous hum of the refrigerator. I walked into the living room to turn on our Christmas tree, seeing as how I'm the only one who does. I turned it on and the room glowed an unearthly color, I suppose from the tree alone, but I have no idea.
Right after I turned the lights on, I felt this horrible feeling that someone or something was watching me. I didn't even want to turn around for fear of someone there. I did anyway. Standing under the arch to our living room was this "thing" – it was like this really tall man just staring at me, but the creepy thing was, its eyes were totally black. They glimmered in the light for what seemed years.
The Christmas tree lights suddenly flickered and buzzed strangely and the smoke detectors all went off, letting out an earsplitting screech throughout the house, and the "thing" was gone. My mom woke up from the beeping and suddenly all the smoke detectors simultaneously turned off. I went to check the area around which the "thing" stood and there were these huge footprints with claw-like toes in the carpet, and the carpet was perfectly white. The footprints are still there and my mom thinks it's just a trick, but she never saw what I saw, and it's burned into my memory just like the footprints burned into the carpet.
you have a paranormal tale to tell?