Forgive my writing skills, that's my first story to publish. This is an experience I had when I was about nine years, my sister was twelve. We were playing computer games four in the morning and I saw my dad, wearing his favorite pajamas and looking at us with an angry look, he was a bit transparent. After that, he went towards the door and disappeared.
I was creeped out and my face went white, I acted like I never saw a thing but then my sister noticed my face. She asked me have you seen dad standing there? I said yes. She told me the same description I saw, except she told me he wasn't transparent, she also told me he vanished as he went towards the door. I rushed to my father's room to make sure it wasn't him and he was sleeping. I'm really surprised, ghosts are usually spirits of a dead person but what I saw was a living one.
After that, my grandma woke up and we told her about the incident, she said that ghosts don't exist and it could be an evil spirit driving us away from God. The following day, we told dad about what happened, he told us that he never woke up at midnight. The thing that makes me confident I saw it is that my sister saw it too. Otherwise, I'm starting to doubt myself because people keep telling me I was imagining but I'm certain I saw it. That happened when we were moving, there were a lot of cartons because we moved utensils and other things. I read somewhere that a ghost of a dead person could use someone else's shape, I don't know if that's true. Could it be my Grandpa?
We had a Ouija board at that time but we never used it because we don't know how to. Wish you could help and thanks.