Since I was about 10 I have had a few encounters with ghosts or whatever it is they are called. Nothing violent or dangerous ever happened, but I did have them and it always left me a little shaken. My first ever was when I was 10 and arrived home from school one Friday, my mom was at work while my step-dad was taking a nap in the bedroom. I went to the living room which is connected to the kitchen and I sat down in my mom's chair. Now, if you sit down where I was and looked over to the kitchen, we had a china cabinet diagonal from me that shows the reflection of the kitchen. I had forgotten the remote and I walked up to grab it off the T.V., when from the corner of my eye I saw what seemed to be a shadow/pitch black figure sitting at the far end of the dining table and the way it's head was tilted it seemed to be looking at me through the reflection and seemed to be the body of a man.
It only lasted three or four seconds before I reacted and whipped my head over where the table was, but he was gone. I hadn't freaked out right away because I thought it was my step-dad just grabbing a snack before heading off to bed again, but that didn't make sense. The figure was quite tall, skinny, and sat very straight in the chair while my step-dad was more on the heavy set side and while he was and still is a tall man, he is nowhere near as tall as that figure was, he also sat with sort of a slump. Then as I kept thinking, I tried to come up with a rational explanation to what I had seen. Maybe Dad really was there and I just kind of let my imagination run wild, but then how did that explain him being able to make it all the way back to the room in three seconds of me not looking?
When my mom got home and my step-dad was up I told them what happened and while my step-dad was confused, my mother seemed to get a little tense and tried to give me some line about how it probably was my real dad, Greg, just checking up on me, but as the years went on I found out more disturbing facts about him and that sometimes if you were to see black figures, that meant it was a demon or at least not a very nice spirit? When I turned 16 or 17 my step-dad and I got talking about my family and the past.
After my mom died when I was 15, everything seemed to seep out about our family that isn't all that pleasant. Apparently, Greg didn't like me and thought I wasn't his child and eventually tried killing me by suffocating me with my pillow when I was only a few months old while he was drunk off his mind and my mother kicked him out for awhile.
Later, before I turned one, he died of cancer. No one really ever likes talking about him and when he's brought up in a conversation - it doesn't last long before someone gets annoyed with the topic. I didn't even realize he was so disliked by my family until after I was told about the incident. It always seemed like everyone loved him so much.
Anyways, it's been eight years since that day and now I'm 18, still wanting answers, but not knowing the right questions to ask. I guess the best one I could ask right now is what did I see? Would anyone know if that was just a ghost/spirit wandering in my house or could it have been Greg? Or maybe something totally different? The reason I sort of suspect it to be Greg is because looking at his pictures he was also quite tall, very skinny and sat with a straight posture - just like the figure.
I haven't ever seen that figure since that day, but I still have had different things happen, but right now I just want to work out one thing at a time. It's silly to worry or wonder so much about one thing, but I'm just curious. If anyone can give me at least what you THINK to be it, please let me know. Anything could help. Thank you for taking the time to read!