My story starts last summer. My parents went on a missionary trip to another country, leaving me at home alone. It was really stormy this particular night and all the eletricity was off. I was sitting on my couch when the phone rang. Me and my mom have seperate lines and it was her phone that rang. I answered it expecting it to be my parents checking in on me. All I could hear on the other line was two people fighting, yelling and screaming at each other then they hung up. I looked at the caller ID to see who it was and my number was on it. I was already freaked out at this point but still I went up to my room to see what was going on. When I opened my bedroom door there were two people, a boy and a girl, that looked about my age (16). They were both dress in all white and the room was really bright where they were standing. I immediatly dropped the flashlight I was holding and ran downstairs to call the cops. Later when my parents returned home they told me that two teens had got in a fight in this house before we moved here. The guy killed the girl and then killed himself. They told me they had seen the two people on serval ocassions since we've lived there.
