The following written confession was shared online by uneasyandcheesy:

When I was about 12 during a summer, my sister who is 5 years older than me was out with friends after work. We shared a bedroom. I was up late, doodling in a notebook in bed and had an older, glass tv next to my bed that was turned off. At one point I looked up and saw (in the reflection of the tv screen) my sister walk out of our bedroom doorway and into the stairwell. When I turned around to greet her, she wasn’t there.

I get up and walk into the stairwell and all of the lights are still off downstairs and in the bathroom next to our bedroom. So I think she must have ran downstairs really fast and head down myself to find no one again. At this point I’m getting a little spooked and I wanted to prove myself wrong so I went outside and her car was still gone. I SPRINT back inside and run back upstairs to my parents room and wake my mom up to tell her I was pretty sure I had just seen a ghost. She was too tired to do much for it and so I went back in my bedroom, petrified.

When I thought back on it I realized the girl was in a long sleeved dress that looked somewhat vintage and my sister was very much a tomboy in those days. But she had blonde hair like my sister and was looking towards me while walking out of the room. I stayed awake with my light on until my actual sister got home and I felt safe to sleep.

It still creeps me out a bit to think about it to this day. I don’t really believe much in an afterlife but I know I saw a young girl walking out of the door. I wasn’t really tired, I hadn’t been watching anything earlier in the evening to scare me and even further wasn’t scared when I first saw her because I thought it was just my sister. I can’t explain it though. Never saw her or anything like it again.