I was sitting in my room one day with the door open. My door was at the top of a flight of stairs, the first door in a short hallway. I was home alone. I was facing the door. I was drawing. I saw someone in white sprint past my door, from the direction of the stairs into the bathroom at the end of the hall. This was especially strange because I would have definitely hear it if someone was running that fast up the stairs. I got up and there was nobody at the end of the hall in that room. Needless to say, I was really spooked. I saw a concrete person, but they could not be found.
Submitted by Hailey