I'm 33 years old, and all through my life I have been haunted by an event which took place in my childhood. More so by the fact that I do not believe in ghosts; however, this leaves me conflicted as to what I saw.
When I was 10 I lived in South East London on a council estate. My cousin had come to stay overnight, and due to lack of space, he had to sleep at the bottom of my bed. I still can't work out which was worse, the smell of his feet or being randomly kicked in the groin.
I was living on a council estate in Peckham at the time. A 3 bedroom house in a rough area.
That night I woke up and saw a glowing figure in the hallway. It was facing my sister's bedroom, just staring in. I could see it had something in its hand. If I had to describe the item, I would have to say it was a type of scroll.
One of the first things I noticed was that it was hovering off of the ground. I lay watching it for a while, just floating in the hallway. Although scared, I looked down at my cousin and tried to wake him by shoving him with my foot. Subsequently, my shoves turned to kicks in the back, but all he did was groan. He was never an easy person to wake up.
I can't explain the level of terror I felt when I looked back to the hallway and saw the ghost facing my room, staring straight at me. I was so scared I couldn't even call out.
It was clearly a man, but its clothes were not from any recent era. I think the scariest part was the fact the figure had no emotion on its face.
Suddenly it started moving into my room towards me. Instinctively I dove under the covers; I dared not look out in case it was next to me.
Even when morning came and everyone started to get up and go to the kitchen for breakfast, I still remained in bed. When I did follow, I told everyone what I had saw; however, they did not believe me.
As the years have gone by, I have never forgotten that night and what I saw. There has been many a time where I have doubted myself and wondered if it had been a dream.
The two things that convince me that the experience was real were that from the point of waking and seeing the ghost, to heading into the kitchen at breakfast time, I did not fall asleep.
The second part that convinces me is that when you do have a nightmare, and you reach that truly terrifying part, that is usually when you wake up.
I'm not a great believer in an afterlife, and I will usually try and seek alternate theories to explain things, but I have not been able to explain what I saw as a child.