When I was about thirteen, I lived with my younger sister and my stepdad. I would get up before anybody else to get ready for school. Sometimes my stepdad wasn’t home from work yet. On this particular morning, he wasn’t home. I walked out into the living room and turned on the lamp so the house wouldn’t be all dark. The lamp made a loud clicking noise when you turned the knob.

I was in the bathroom curling my hair when I heard the lamp click. I looked into the living room and saw that the lamp was off. My sister was still asleep and no one else was in the house. I looked around for a second and saw a strange red light dancing around the room by the telephone. It looked like a button that would be glowing on an electric device to show that it was on. It was moving up and down and zig-zagging all around by the telephone and the table it was on. I looked closely to see if I could figure out what it was. It was not attached to anything, and wasn’t like a light shining in from somewhere. It wasn’t reflected on the wall. I decided I needed to show I was brave so it would go away. I picked up the phone and pretended I was going to make a call. Within a few seconds, it went away.