Okay, so this is a story that my twin sister told me of one of her own experiences with the supernatural.

She and I were living in a three-story apartment building with our Nana at the time, about a year after we moved out of our mother’s house. My sister and I shared a room (which wasn’t a problem because we were pretty close and it wasn’t as if we hadn’t done so before) while our Nana had the second room that was on the other side of the apartment.

So, for context, upon walking into our room, my bed was shoved up against the far left wall with a nightstand between my bed and hers. To the right of my sister’s bed was a short bookshelf and beyond that was the bathroom, which was attached to the room. We only had a blue lava lamp on the book shelf between the bathroom and her bed to act as a nightlight, seeing as neither of us were very fond of the dark (we admittedly became kinda paranoid due to our previous experiences with the paranormal).

The bathroom had two entrances, there was the one that connected to our room and the other, which led into the entrance hall and was straight across from the dining room and kitchen. And, at the time, we usually left both doors wide open.

So, onto the story.

It was pretty late -around midnight- and my sister was the only one who was still awake. She told me that she had been laying on her back and reading on her phone while waiting to get tired when she noticed something… odd. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a flickering blue light, like a candle, and it seemed to be coming from the entryway or dining room.

And, while I made a habit of investigating odd happenings, my sister tended to ignore it, so she paid it no mind at first. Instead, she racked her brain for anything in the other rooms that could possibly be producing the weird lighting effect, but she could find no rational excuse for the blue light.

Because of the lack of explanation for the flickering glow, she decided to experiment. She dropped her phone flat against her chest to plunge the room into relative darkness while looking directly into the bathroom, but the light was still there, so she figured that it wasn’t caused by her screen reflecting off of anything in the bedroom or bathroom.

She laid there for a moment, debating what to do next before ultimately throwing her covers back and climbing out of bed. Without turning a light on, she warily padded into the dark bathroom before stopping at the threshold of the second door. Goosebumps rose on her arms when she saw that the weird flickering light was suddenly gone. There was nothing, the rest of the house beyond the doorway pitch black.

Confused and rattled, she hesitantly stepped out into the entryway and, she swears up and down, that the moment that she left the bathroom, I woke up screaming. She told me that she doesn't think she has ever flinched so hard in her entire life. She turned on her heel and rushed back into the bedroom, flicking on the light for the bathroom as she went.

She found me sitting up in my bed, clearly disoriented and confused as to why I was even awake (since I sometimes screamed myself into consciousness without even realizing it). I vaguely remember her asking me what was wrong and, although I couldn’t answer her question since I didn’t know, the timing of me screaming the second that she stepped out of the bathroom was too perfect to have just been a coincidence.

Fortunately, that was the only strange experience she had in that particular apartment.