It was the summer of 1987. I lived on a farm in southeastern Kansas with my grandparents. My little brother and were having a slumber party with three of our cousins who happened to live across the pasture from us. I was thirteen. My brother was ten, and our cousins were about thirteen, fourteen, and eight. My cousin, Jennifer and I were the only girls there, so we watched some scary movies with my brother and my other cousins, then decided to listen to music and gab in my bedroom. My room was in the front of the house, facing the gravel road. There was a tall hedge row in the front yard, next to the gravel road, and the only thing that could be seen from the road at night was headlights from a car.
It was pitch black outside as we sat on the old brass bed which was positioned against the open front window. I glanced out into the stark night through the window from time to time as we giddy girls talked about cute boys at our school, Rick Springfield, and listened to eighties music. At one point in the conversation in which I was trying to make my point (probably trying to convince her of why Led Zeppelin was the best band in the world), I happened to look out the window and see a glowing, tall figure walking up and down the road in front of the farm house. Now, I have no earthly idea how I was so enthralled in the conversation that we were having, that I noticed this bizarre figure only on a subconscious level. I recall seeing this person pacing, but I must have filed it in the back of my mind for later processing. The way my mind works, at times seems almost as enigmatic as this story.
It was rather early in the morning, and it seemed that we had been talking for hours about nothing. All of a sudden, I felt someone staring at me and looked up and out of the window. There my eyes immediately fell upon a tall, gaunt, hollow-eyed, glowing, skeletal figure which was leaning against a tall cedar tree in the front yard by the road and staring at me! As soon as I laid eyes on it, the figure quickly looked away, just the same way a person in real life would if he or she was caught staring at another. My cousin and I watched in utter astonishment as the spirit started off walking down the road and after a few paces, completely vanished.
We both looked at each other, wide-eyed. "Did you see that?!", I asked my cousin. She shook her head yes, looking a bit pale. We quickly ran into the living room where our brothers were, hoping that it was them playing a joke on us. Much to our dismay, they were all sound asleep in front of a "snowy" television set.
My cousin and I did not sleep at all that night. The next morning we told the guys about it and they were as freaked out about it as we were. I never did find out why the spirit was so interested in me.