I want to relate what happened when I was about 5 years old. I tried so many times to publish this story on other sites, but I couldn't, because my computer was shutting down automatically.
My grandmother loved to take me with her when she went to visits. I loved that too because I get something like candies, dolls, or other things for my age. One day she took me with her at her cousin's home. I will name her cousin Elena. So... My grandmother and Elena were in Elena's room talking about the death of Elena's father. I wasn't passionate of the topic, so I went in the garden.
I was playing with Elena's dog when I heard someone calling out my name. I run to the room when my grandmother and Elena were talking and I asked them who called me. They said that they didn't so I left them talking further. I went to the bathroom. After I get out, I saw a very big clock on the hall. I was staring at it and then I saw that something like steam began to get out of the clock. The steam made a silhouette. I figured out that the silhouette was a man. He asked me something like 'How are you?' I was just a child. I didn't know what a ghost is so I asnwered something like 'I'm fine.'
I went to my grandmother and I told her that a man spoke to me. I also told her that he came out of the clock. She was staring shocked at me and I started laughing. I told her to come with me to see the man. She came with me, but the silhouette wasn't there anymore. She told me that I imagined everything and that there wasn't anybody.
After a few days, my grandmother showed me some pictures of Elena's father. When I saw the pictures I remained speechless. Elena's father was the man that I talked to, that pretty scary solhouette. I mean, at that moment, the silhouette wasn't scary at all. Now, when I am thinking about this, I figure out that I am really afraid of that happening.
Sorry for my bad grammar.