This is my first submitted story and the first two encounters I had. (This will be fairly short, sorry)
The first time I saw a 'ghost' I was about 3 or 4 years old, so I don't remember that much. All I remember is I was sleeping and I woke up in the middle of the night. My mom and some of her friends were downstairs playing loud music and drinking (this didn't affect me at all, because I'm a heavy sleeper and I was used to it). I felt wide-awake, and I looked up from my bed and saw a skeleton at the end of my bed. I remember being so scared I couldn't scream and I just lay there terrified. I tried to yell but my voice wouldn't come (this isn't a dream by the way) so, like all other frightened child, I hid under my blankets. After a few minutes of being under there, I mustered up the courage to yell "MOM". Instead her friend came up and I remember still being so terrified that I could only say "I want mommy..." and crying. My mom told me that it was probably a dream and that I was just half asleep. But I know that wasn't true, because I still remember it so vividly.
The second time I saw a ghost, I was about 12 years old. I was at my grandmother's house and I was walking up the stairs. At my grandmother's house, you can see her bedroom door right in front of you at the top of the stairs. I reached the top of the stairs and looked up and saw a man standing in front of her doorway, wearing a yellow shirt and jeans, covered in dirt and sweat. In his right hand was an axe, covering in blood and dirt. I only saw him for a moment but I stood there shocked for about 10 minutes. I looked everywhere in my house but could find no-one or any logical explanation. I told my mom about this and she wouldn't believe me. Figures.
Anyone know what these two encounters could mean? I'm positive that I wasn't dreaming or seeing things either time.
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When I was 10 I saw what you just said. Down to the blood and dirt.