When I was about five years old I saw what I thought was a ghost for the first time. I lived with my parents (now divorced) in Coco, Florida. I don't know why but I was a very fearful child. I'm still scared of the dark at thirty two years old.
My dad wasn't home and my mom was asleep on the couch in the living room. I was thirsty but I was to afraid to go in the kitchen to get a drink so I tried to wake up my mom. She has always been a very sound sleeper, so even though I shook her she wouldn't wake up. I decided I was going to be brave and get a drink myself so, with all my courage I walked to the kitchen.
I stood in one entrance way into the kitchen. Our kitchen was small and led to a small open dining room. My plan was to walk through the kitchen and get a chair to stand on so I could reach the cups. Right before I was about to step into the kitchen, I saw a woman that looked exactly like my mom walk across the dining room. Her head was down and she looked so sad. She stopped in the middle of the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, looked at me and then put her head back down and walked through the wall. I was terrified. I thought my mom had died. I ran back into the living room crying and shook my mom until she at least made a noise.
A year or so ago I asked someone who said she knows a little about this sorta thing and she said it wasn't really a ghost. My dad is an alcoholic and very controlling and, at the time, was physically abusing my mom. She said it was my mom's stress and sadness that I saw.
I asked another person what it could of been and that person said that spirits take on forms that we know. I don't know who is right, but I will never forget what I saw.