was a young girl. Around 10 to 12. I’ve never believed in the paranormal what’s so ever… Until this one night. I fell asleep in my room and woke up around 3 to 4 am. I always woke up in the middle of night and don’t know why. The lights were off so it was very dark but it was not my imagination because this definitely was not a shadow or a dream at all. I was sure of that at the moment it was happening.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a person. But not just a normal person (which would have been way scarier).
It was a ghost of a person (still scary).
The ghost was white and kind of see through. I was able to see my dresser on the other side of him when looking at him. It was an old man. All his features were visible. He had hair, facial hair, glasses. I saw his nose, mouth eyes, ears, etc.
He was also wearing a button down shirt and his pants were kind of visible but it was more blurry at his lower legs and lower arms. I remember watching him in fear at the fact that there was a presence in my room and what if it really was a ghost. I put my head under the blankets closing my eyes, shaking my head, pinching myself, hoping it would just vanish. But when I took my head out from under the blankets, it was still there and instead of waking up from the pinching, it just hurt.
All of a sudden the ghost vanished, but then reappeared again in a second right next to my bed, next to where my head was. He wasn’t looking at me though this whole time. He was just looking at the walls in my room. I was so scared when he was next to me but then he vanished again and reappeared in the middle of my room again. That’s when I thought that I couldn’t just stay here panicking all night. I wouldn’t watch this ghost all night in fear. God only knows what would happen. I decided that I would count to three and then sprint out of my room into my parent’s room, across the hall. I mean, if this wasn’t real it couldn’t do anything anyway, right? Not that I thought it wasn’t real, but I was trying to make myself feel better. And the whole time before my plan I had my blanket up above my nose, so only my eyes were out and my eyes were wide open in fear.
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'Hello,' I stated as I hopped through the door to my grandparent's home without even a knock. My grandma looked up from the book she was reading in her cozy corner chair, 'Well, hello there' 'Where is grandpa?' I asked as I leaned down to brush my lips across the soft wrinkled cheek of my elderly grandma. 'Who's there?' a familiar deep, rough voice sounded from the next room. Smiling I skipped ...
Well, in my head I went 1…2…3! And I jumped so fast out of my bed and as I sprinted right by it, I saw that it turned its head looking at me as I sprinted by and that scared me too. As I ran to my parent’s room my bedroom door was still open and I kept looking behind me to make sure it wasn’t following me. It wasn’t but he was staring at me still. I jumped onto their bed gasping for breath.
My dad didn’t wake up but my mom did. She said “Are you ok?” And I said “Yea.” while getting under the blankets closing my eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about it. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget about it. I woke up in the morning in my parent’s bed and went to my room and it was gone. I’ve never seen this ghost ever again. That day I tried telling my mom, dad, and sister the story but each one of them didn’t believe me. They just thought I was crazy.
I realize that I made a mistake that night. I should have told my mom to go look in my room or that there was someone in my room so she would look. Maybe she wouldn’t see anything or it would have vanished by then but it would have been at least a try. I mean, she said she would never believe it unless she saw it for herself but hey, I get to now say I believe in ghosts. I have no idea why he was there either but if I wasn’t so scared maybe I would have tried talking to him to really know if it was real or not but then again, maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea. I don’t know how it would have reacted.
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My room is my favorite place. The floor of my room is a golden brown carpet. A beige rug covers a small portion of the floor next to my bed. In an array of gloss and semi-gloss, shades of off-white cover these four walls. Entire sections are hidden by nearly a dozen posters of comic book characters, girls, or athletes. Along the top section of my wall I have my eight-teen hats. My room is about 10 ...
