I was never a believer in ghosts until, at age 12 I had an experience I could not explain. My dad was going to a man's house to pick up something. My dad had just met this guy the day before and I had never met him. They had arranged for my dad to go to his house in the early afternoon.
When we arrived, my dad knocked on the door several times and no one answered. Me being a kid, went to the window beside the front door and looked in. As I looked in the window, I saw a little old lady sitting in a rocking chair looking straight at me, so I knocked on the window harder thinking maybe she was hard of hearing. What stood out at me at the time was that she was wearing some kind of orange bandana or scarf on her head.
As I'm knocking to get her attention she stands up and walks to the left of the house which I assume is the bedroom area. Just then the guy my dad was there to see opens the door and appologizes and tells my dad he was out back watering his plants and because he was the only one there didn't hear the door. At this I jump in with "what about the little old lady"? The guy smiled at me and asked "what old lady?
I told him there was a little old lady sitting in the rocking chair wearing an orange scarf on her head and that she walked down the hall toward the bedrooms. This mans face went white and his eye's got huge. He told me that the rocking chair belonged to his mother and that she always wore an orange scarf and that she had passed several years earlier.
I was so shocked! I kept insisting that she was there and my dad finally told me to be quiet. I think he was embarassed of what was coming out of my mouth. I do believe that if I hadn't mentioned that one detail (the orange scarf) that both my dad and this guy would have thought I had a very vivid imagination.
This was the experience that forever changed me. From then on I have been very open about ghosts and the supernatural and have experienced many other unexplainable things which I will continue to share.
I am so glad to have found a place to write them. Until now I have kept most to myself for fear of being called strange.