Lame spooky stories

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Around 10 years ago my cousin and I were laying down watching tv, it was pretty late and I was about to go home and call it a night.
Suddenly a loud high pitched noise, electric-static like, made us both look up. After I saw it, I looked back at my cousin to see if that acid I took 4 years prior was finally kicking in, he was sitting up, petrified.

Me - D-do you- are you seeing the sam-
Him - ORANGE THING, YEAH.

I raised my hand, then realized that both of us were illuminated only by the tv light, the room was still dark. After around 20 secs of being completly still, the noise and light became silent and dark, and it was gone.
We ran out of the room, looked at each other, wasn't enough, ran outside the house. Compared notes, armed ourself, cause fuck it. Went inside, checked the room, the ceiling, the room next door, the roof, etc. The lights didn't went off, there were no cables in that corner. Well, I couldn't explain it.

What I saw was lame, a 3D ball of stringy orange light. Very much like that old windows media player visualization.

That was a long time ago, each time I ask my cousin he remembers it differently, and greatly.

This is just a story, my story. I remember this, it's real to me, thus I believe in it. I just wanted to tell my story, I'm about to become quite poor, and I don't think I'll use a pc again. Plus, no one believes a hobo.

I'll be sticking around and answering any questions.