This occurred fifteen years ago in Oakland, California. My boyfriend and I purchased a used oak desk and were bringing it home on a flatbed trailer when one of our tires blew out. We thought nothing of the tire blowout at the time. We were in the process of moving into a new apartment and were setting up house. When we finally got home with the desk, we put it next to our bed.
The ensuing three months, my boyfriend complained that aliens were watching him. He said this almost every day. I ignored this complaint because I thought it was just stress. Finally, on the night of January 1st, I woke up looking at my desk and saw the apparition of a young man sitting there staring back at me. I thought it was a hallucination or some trick of shadows and light, so I blinked and tried to focus my eyes. The apparition remained. He wore round glasses. He had bangs that were cut straight across. He looked to be 20-something and was transparent and colorless, though I could tell that his hair was blond to light brown. The apparition lasted about 5 seconds. When he vanished before my eyes, I felt a very tall presence standing beside the bed. Then the name "Ray" came into my head for no reason. I felt no fear during the entire incident. While I was still lying awake, trying to figure out what to do, my boyfriend woke up and immediately said, "Damn it! I really feel like there are aliens watching me right now!" That's when I told him we needed to talk.
After the initial sighting, we kept the desk for three more months. The desk had always made loud cracking noises. I began to attribute those noises to the ghost. We were both pretty uncomfortable and couldn't sleep after my sighting. We finally got rid of the desk and moved to a different apartment, which solved the "aliens watching me" problem once and for all. And we actually sold the desk for a profit, something I've always felt guilty about.