When I was growing up, I had the smaller bedroom and my older brother had the larger one. It didn’t bother me, since I was smaller, too. When he was 12, he decided to move in with his dad, leaving his room vacant. It didn’t occur to me to upgrade until this weird turn of events happened.
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night. I was laying there, deciding if I should get up and go to the bathroom, or just try to go back to sleep. I rolled over and noticed light coming through my door and thought, “Well, the bathroom light is on, so I guess I will go.” The bathroom was directly across the hall from my room, and we often kept that light on at night. My door - which was badly beaten from years of brother/sister brawls - was no longer solid enough to keep that light out.
I got up, walked to my door, opened it, walked accross the hall and opened the bathroom door, turned on the light, did my thing in there, came back out and turned the light back out. As I flipped that switch back down, it occurred to me that I had had to turn it on after all, and I got that creepy feeling in my legs like something was about to catch me and I should run. I decided I should check if the kitchen (just to the right of my bedroom) had any lights on which could explain it. It was pitch dark, as was the whole house. So I ran to bed and drew my covers up and called it a night.
This had really piqued my curiosity, tho, so the next night, I stayed up late hoping to see the light turn on and catch whatever the cause was. At some point in the night, a light faded on. I had expected a quick event, like the flipping of the switch I did the night before. But this was much slower, as if someone walking at a snails pace holding a candle. There was no flicker to the light, however, and once it was at it’s full brightness it didn’t fade. I watched this for about 30 minutes before deciding to check it out. I walked out of my room to no lights in the house at all. Nothing outside my door, nothing anywhere glowing anything. I returned to my bed, and there was no longer any light coming in.
This happened every night that week. At some point the light would fade back into existence, if I checked it would go out, if I laid there it stayed lit. I started to come up with scenarios that could explain it. At some point, however, I convinced myself that the glow wasn’t a light, but a spirit waiting for me at my door. I guess it is as good a time as any to mention I was 7 years old when this all happened - and completely allowed to jump to conclusions like this due to my age. Once I had that creepy thought in my mind, it didn’t take me too long to commandeer the larger room - in fact I moved in to it that weekend. I never saw the light again.
I don’t know what caused the light, and I would have completely dismissed it if it wasn’t consistant. I never stayed in that room again (more because I out grew it and eventually moved out of my parents house of course) but maybe I will spend the night there again and see what happens in the night.