As of now, I am 15 years old, and my first encounter with "a ghost" was when I was around 7 years old. I was at my house and my friend Tony came over (my best friend at the time) and he asked to sleepover like we would always do every Saturday night. During the day we would laugh and play games, getting darker and darker outside, it was close to midnight.
I pulled out the sofa bed and started getting everything ready. Tony threw a pillow at me and I threw one back. After a while I was getting kind of bored, so we turned on the TV. With the sofa bed pulled out, we could see the front yard through the huge window in the living room right next to the bed. I saw the reflection of the TV in the left-top corner of the window and thought it looked cool so I decided to jump on the other couch and look at the TV's reflection through the window. While Tony was still on the sofa bed, I glanced up to the sky and looked at the moon. The moon's light was so bright it shined into the open front yard. I glanced back down into the front yard and suddenly looked away, not knowing what I have just saw. I then realized something was there and looked back into the middle of my front yard.
I stared, fright in my eyes, and couldn't look away. Standing in the middle of the yard was this orange, human-like figure. Then the figure started walking forwards towards me as if it was coming for me. My heart was beating so fast, but I had to see if it was just my imagination. I tried blinking, but still, I saw it. As it got closer and closer, I could see it more clearly. What really scared me is that there was no face on this human figure and its body was slightly see through. I couldn't handle this pressure anymore so I quickly closed the curtains and closed my eyes.
I gripped those curtains so hard with my sweaty hands, shaking so much, I couldn't think what to do. I thought in my head these exact words, "Lord, I'm scared. Please keep me safe." I opened my eyes, heart still pounding, then I opened the curtains again. Where had the figure gone? It was no where to be found.
Could it have been the TV reflection? Then I thought, no it couldn't have because the TV was in the top-left corner of the window; not the middle. Well, could it have been the reflection of Tony in the window? I asked him, and it turned out he was laying down the whole time watching the TV, and I already knew that because I glanced at him a few times while looking out the window. I sat there trying to come up with a solution, but couldn't find a reasonable one since I didn't believe in stuff like that. Still scared, I stood up and went to all the windows to cover them up with curtains. Luckily Tony was there with me or I would of had a worse reaction.
Every time I talk about this encounter, I get really emotional. I still don't know what truly happened that night, but it will forever haunt me.