Last year I had encountered my very firsat paranormal experience. It was a weekend like any other, just a lazy day. Around Midnight we started shutting down the house. As I walked into my room, I remembered something, a question for my father I had forgotten to ask.
I turned around and walked back toward the livingroom. I passed the closed windows, although I felt a strange breeze blowing through it. I ignored it, it didn't seem important at the time. A bit of moon light was shining through the window parallel to the other. The light shone lightly on the wall adjacent to me, and I saw my shadow.
I paused, there was something... Off about the shadow. I gave it a double take and gasped. I had my curly hair tied up in a messy bun on the back of my head and I was wearing a crummy short and cloth shirts for bed. The shadow had straight frizzy hair that fell on her shoulders. A large bow was positioned neatly on the top of her head, it was nearly the size of her face. She was wearing a nightgown, from what I could tell. It had puffy sleeves and lace around the edges, but that was all I could see.
Automatically, adrenaline started flowing through my veins. I screamed loudly, "Oh my god!" and ran to my room as fast as I could. Normally my scream would have woken someone, but no one arose to see what the problem was.
It was all a mystery to me, and I am not one to believe in ghosts. I am one of those people who laugh at those sort of things, though I always did have an interest. I have not seen anything else remotely paranormal, or at least anything I could not explain, to this day. But I am still slightly cautios around leaving my room at night.