I saw my sister in the kitchen. She wasn't home.

I wasn't going to post this but it's been like 4 years and I still get chills thinking about it. This happened when I was a senior in high school, I think it was during school break.

For context, everyone in my family works, so they all leave in the morning and don't come back until late evening. I took a nap that day and woke up around 6pm. House was completely empty, just the TV on in the background.

I was hungry so I remembered we had leftover pancake mix from a while back. Went to the kitchen to make some. I'm at the sink washing a frying pan and my older sister pokes her head into the kitchen and goes "whatcha doing?"

"Oh, making pancakes. You want some?"

No answer.

"Fine, more for me then lol" I said to myself while I kept washing the pan.

And then I froze. Dropped the pan straight into the sink.

Because I was the only one home.

I thought okay maybe I'm still half asleep, seeing things. So I turned back to look at the kitchen doorway.

She was still there.

Same pose, just her head peeking in. But now she wasn't asking me anything. She was SMILING at me. Like a smirk. Like she was laughing at me.

I couldn't scream. Couldn't move. Just stood there locked eyes with her for like a full minute. And the second my legs gave out and I dropped to the floor, her face slowly faded away. Half of it first. Still smiling the whole time.

I sat on the kitchen floor for ten minutes. Couldn't do anything. Forget the pancakes I just left everything and ran to my room and called my sister immediately because I thought something happened to her???

She picked up. She was fine. Said she wasn't busy and would come home early. I hung up and tried to force myself back to sleep just wanting the day to be OVER.

Here's where it gets worse.

Next day she tells me: when she got home that evening, I was sitting outside the front gate of our house. Just crouched there. She figured okay my little sister got spooked and is waiting for me, cute. So she's like "why are you sitting out here in the cold, let's go inside."

I didn't answer. Just sat there crouched, hand on the ground, staring.

She kept telling me to come in. I wouldn't move. So finally she goes:

"Okay stay out here then, maybe another ghost that looks like me will show up lol"

and walked in by herself. Laughing.

She's still laughing as she opens my bedroom door. And then she dropped her bag.

Because I was in my bed. Fast asleep.

The me she just talked to outside. Wasn't me.

She said she wanted to shake me awake but after everything I told her on the phone earlier she didn't want to scare me more, so she just let me sleep.

Nothing like that has happened since. But I swear to god every time I think about it my skin crawls. Who was she. Who was I.