My first ghost experience that I recollect happened at the tender age of 13. I had just gotten home from visiting my dad in South Florida and was happy to be back in my room, to have my bed.
Overjoyed, I simply threw my bags on the ground and streaked onto my bed. Now, the way this house was build: My bedroom was connected to a private bathroom which adjoined to my brother's room also, making a "U" with rooms. Once on my bed, I could see the bathroom mirror. Oddly, I could not see myself in the mirror.
There was an older girl with darker hair and green eyes (I have blonde hair and blue eyes) which startled my a great deal. After a single blink, though, my appearance in the bathroom mirror could be seen. I ignored any scary thought (I was frightened very easily when I was younger, scaring myself was easy) and continued settling down for the evening.
Eating supper with my mother silently and getting ready for shower time. Now, I normally would bring the radio into the bathroom with me and sing throughout the entire shower, but decided not to do that that night. I sang whatever I felt that night and thought great fun of it.
While singing mid-shower, I heard a small voice ring, higher than mine, and quickly stopped. This small voice pierced the silence in my bathroom, freezing my body. I couldn't think. Here is another girl in my bathroom, singing. I felt slightly violated.
Finally I mustered up the guts to speak up. "Who are you?" was all that I could squeak out. I asked again and received a fading giggle. I didn't get energy from her until weeks later. She speaks to me often. Now, as a young adult, I feel her touching me and pulling me.
She sometimes holds my sleeve or just a finger. I don't mind. I call her Emily. She has helped guide me difficulties that I can't tell anyone about personally. I was raised in a house where ghosts aren't allowed to exist and you'd be exiled for telling stories as such, let alone telling them it happened to you.
Emily has been witnessed by a few friends who believe and even some who didn't (until meeting Emily and me). I have had a tough up-bringing and now wonder if it was Emily keeping me alive all these years.
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Peter, yes, I feel blessed to have her as a friend.
Calumpan and notjustme, It was for me too a little at first. But you really get used to it. I'm a total fraighty cat but she has never hurt me or bothered me so I got used to her presence easily.
Demonicsheikh, No, I'm a female and don't really "roll that way". Not that that's anything to discuss on here. She has accepted everyone I have in my life.
Miracles51031, I have just lived a rough life. 13 wasn't a good age for me, I wanted to die from ages 12-15 on and off, But nothing triggered her sudden arrival that I'm aware of. Emily just shows up periodically though not recently, which now thinking about it, I'm pregnant with a little girl... Use your imagination here...
Andrea22, He was playing games, felt her presence and turned around to see her indent in his bed. I don't remember if he said that she moved or not, but that friend's experience stood out from all others.