Once when I was seven years old I was sleeping on the couch in the living room and I woke up because I was really cold, that's when I heard footsteps. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming and well I wasn't. Then I saw a white figure walk through the living room I closed my eyes hoping it would go away I open my eyes and (since you can see into my room through the living room)I saw the white figure now completly formed look at me through the door way and then quickly hide, i ran as fast as my legs would let me to my parents room. The next day my mom told me that a little girl had been attacked and killed by dogs a few years before around where we live. I've never slept alone in there again.