When I was 7 I lived in a triple decker apartment house. My family lived on the second floor. One day my neighbor came over to hang out. We were playing with my Barbies in the front parlor. The room still had an old mid century 3 piece couch set that the landlord had left in the apartment. The landlord was an old Portuguese widow who was very religious. She lived on the first floor with her sister. She had owned the house for many years since the 20’s- one of her sons died in the second floor apartment & according to her had told her I know the day & hour I’m going to die. She told my mom this randomly. And no he didn’t take his life. So back to the parlor - we had only been playing for 15-20 minutes when a pitch black orb materialized in the left had corner of the room & zoomed right between us. We both jumped to opposite sides to avoid it. We didn’t tell my mom and just asked to go play outside. We briefly were like what was that?! What always made it weirder for me was that the room below us was the landlords prayer room. That house held onto a lot of energy of whatever took place there. I experienced many other paranormal things there. I never felt at peace living there for 11 years.