Demon
For the longest portion of my life, I lived in a one-floor house in a small town down south. Many strange things happened among my family throughout the years of living there, but none affecting anyone as much as this occurrence affected me.
One night, my mother approached me to ask if I would take a photo of her new outfit to send to my father. At the time, only my parents had cell phones and we weren’t given any until we started learning how to drive. My father is a trucker, and since he was out of the house and mom really wanted him to see this outfit I agreed and took her phone. As she adjusted the straps on her sandals, I noticed three floating orbs in the phone’s screen. Amused, I call my mother over to look, and we played with it for a bit to see if it was from the lights or if it was something paranormal. This is inturrupted by the house phone ringing and mom left my side to answer.
I continued to play with the phone before the focus landed on the window.