I went to bed last night as normal. About 2am or so, I woke up to a light bothering my eyes. All of the lights were out in the house, however, it seems the porch light was on. All I could think was, 'Why is the porch light on?'
I opened my eyes a little wider and saw a tall, thin man with blond hair (straight and parted down the middle,) wearing a blue shirt.. open the front door and enter. I immediately felt threatened or "spooked" (I really hate using that word..)
I jumped up and ran into my parent's room screaming - "Mom, Dad.. HELP! There's a man trying to get in the house."
I suddenly felt completely chilled to the bone, my heart racing, the hair on my arms standing straight up - petrified with fear! My mom and dad race out of the bedroom, my husband popped awake.. and NOTHING. No one was there. The porch light was off. I was completely confused.
I was still so freaked, there was nothing I could say. I just sat there, trying to process what I had just witnessed. My husband stomped off, annoyed I woke him up, while my mom went and grabbed some sage and began to burn and smudge the house with it. (Yes, she is superstitious.) I just sat there - cell phone in one hand and rosary in the other.
I said a few prayers and just tried to lower my heart rate. I was completely weirded out.
That, my friends, was the scariest thing I have experienced in a long time. I am not sure if it was my imagination or if my mind was in between a REM cycle and an awake state - or.. if it was an apparition/ghost.