
Originally Posted by
FallenAngel411
I've seen a ghost. At least I *think* I have, I really can't think of any other explanation. And it wasn't a scary experience at all. It was just...bizarre.
It was six or seven years back. I was playing with my cousins in my backyard on a swingset. I don't remember what we were talking about, but I remember that for some reason, everytime one of my young cousins laughed, something cold ran up my back. I didn't think much about it. At some point, the muggy weather gave way to rain. Like, really heavy rain, in an instant. My cousins ran inside, laughing all the way. I jumped off the swing to run after them, my back tingling with this icy feeling. Then I just randomly felt like stopping and turning back. Next to my swing, I saw a boy standing, very clearly. No misty outline, no glowing red eyes, no nothing. Just a boy about my age standing and looking at me. He was there for a second. I said "Hello," blinked, and then he just...wasn't there anymore. I wouldn't say he *vanished*. He didn't fade. He just was there, then wasn't. It was very odd.
And that's it. From the one split second, I still remember everything about his appearance. He was very, very, deathly pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and he had the saddest expression as he looked at me. I had a feeling that he was very lonely, and if he had stayed longer...even knowing what he was, I would have kept him company.
I do believe in ghosts. But from that moment, I don't think its a very happy existence.