When I was 12 years old in 2004, my family and I moved into a mobile home in a little town called Alvin, Texas, near Houston. One evening while doing my chores, I was washing clothes in the laundry room. The dryer buzzed, meaning the clothes were ready. I got my basket to go take them out to fold.
I was getting ready to go into the bedroom to fold the clothes, but right when I was about to walk in, I froze in shock. The hair from my toes all the way on top of my head stood. At the foot of my bed on the floor sat a figure, his knees to his chest, all white. He turned to look at me, but he had no face; it was all blank.
I guess I scared him as much as he scared me, because as soon as he saw me, he stood up and ran into my closet to hide. It was a very weird but amazing thing to see. If I had to describe him, it was like seeing a human, arms, legs, head, but all white, like a cloud. No features, just white.
A few nights after that, I had been lying in bed waiting for my mother to get home (she worked late nights). But I liked waiting up for her. I had my bedroom door open and I was staring into the hall. It was about 2 in the morning.
All of a sudden, I heard someone moving the dishes around in the kitchen. I thought nothing of it, thinking it was my older brother. It got silent again, then out of nowhere I heard thump, thump, thump... someone was running from the kitchen to the living room.
I threw my covers off and quickly ran to the kitchen and yelled, "Manuel," calling my brother's name. But there was no one there. I went to check on my brother and he was knocked out, fast asleep.
Whoever passed away there loved messing with me and only me, somtimes knocking on my front door at all times of day or night. I would open it to find no one there. I am glad we finally moved away a few years later because I could finally sleep peacefully.