This story isn't really scary although when it happened it scared me half to death.
I was around 10 or 11 years old, I am now in my 30's. My family and I (mom, dad, and younger brother) moved into a nice white house in a little bitty town called El Portal, it's in the Greater Miami area. I was asleep in my bed one night and suddenly I sat straight up and was wide awake. I am not sure of the time but it was still dark outside. Standing at the end of my bed was a silhouette of a man. As I stared I started to shake like a leaf but couldn't move. I guess I was frozen with fear.
The figure became clearer after what seemed like hours but was probably seconds or minutes. It was an old man that had lived and died in that very house. His name was Charlie. I tried to scream for my parents but like I said I was frozen with fear. Only a thin mewling sound came out.
Then this man spoke to me. His lips didn't move. It was more like a voice in my head. Very very strange. He told me "Please don't be afraid. Don't look so frightened. I am not going to hurt you." He sounded like a grandfather. I just stared and finally was able to speak and asked him why he was in my room.
He told me his name was Charlie and that I looked very much like his granddaughter. He told me she used to sleep in that room when she was young and would visit. He said he was there just looking at me and thinking of his grandchild who is now grown.
Eventually after about 2 weeks of him appearing in my room at night I became used to it. This happened 2-3 times a week. The strangest thing was that he would tell me stories about "The Good Old Days". Sometimes I would find something out of place in my room. I told my parents and my mom wasn't sure but my dad completely believed me.
I asked about the old man that passed away there. I inquired if he was named Charlie. Since my parents only told me that and old man had died there they were surprised to know that I knew his name since it was never told to me.
I became very used to Charlie and then one day I realized I hadn't seen Charlie for a couple of weeks. I was 14 when that happened. I was very curious as to why he stopped coming to see me and even kind of missed him. I started looking in the library for information on Charlie and the house. I came across his obituary and it said that he was a well liked very nice man who was estranged from his family. It mentioned that he had a son, daughter and 14 year old granddaughter.
So there you have it one of my real ghost stories. I just hope Charlie has finally crossed over to where he needs to be.