The day this happened, I was home alone. It was a few years ago I don't remember how long ago. My mom and my brothers were next door, which is why I was allowed to stay home alone. My dad was working with my big brother, so it was just me. I didn't have my own room back then, so I just stayed in the living room watching TV. I should probably say this now; our bathroom was hard to find if you didn't pay attention. First you go through these doors, and all you see is a small room with closets on either side and a door at the end of the room. Behind the door is the bathroom. The door that led to the little closet space was always kept open since it didn't even have a door knob.
I got bored of watching TV, and decided to go into my parent's room to watch TV there. SO I got up, and I was walking towards the hallway, which is right next to this small closet, and you have to pass the closet to go down the hallway. So I started walking, when I saw a little boy, about the age of my brother at the time, which was around four or three. This boy ran from the hallway into the corner farthest away from me, into the little room. I literally froze; I didn't know what to do. I must've stood there for a minute or so, until I took a step forward so I could see that corner he had run into. Needless to say, he wasn't there. I was scared, and I just walked backwards on to the couch I was sitting on, I didn't want to turn my back on whoever this boy was. I sat on the couch hugging my legs, as little kids do when they're scared, TV off, and waited for my mom to get home. After that, every time I had to walk past that room, I would look into that corner, hoping the boy wasn't there. I had never seen that boy before, and I never saw him after that.