I grew up living in a farmhouse out in the country. We had ducks, a couple of goats and lots of space to run around and explore. It was a great place to grow up. My story takes place when I was a junior in high school. I had come home from school and was the first one home. It was autumn and my brothers all had after school activities and my parents were still at work. Being autumn, the daylight was ending early and I was in the kitchen making a snack when I looked looked out the window over the kitchen sink to see a figure wearing a sheet, standing in the field staring towards the house. The figure didn’t move, it just stood there, facing the house. I thought it was a scarecrow that my brothers had dressed up for the Halloween season. After a while, I moved to another part of the house. As I went into the family room, I passed a different window that looked out onto an entirely different part of the property. The same figure was now in the yard facing the family room window. Now I was starting to freak out. I checked the doors to make sure that everything was locked down. I then ran upstairs to my room and called my Father. I only got his answering machine, so I called the police. As soon as the local police department picked up the phone, the figure quickly turned around and ran off into the woods. The police came by to investigate but found nothing.