This is something I will never in my life forget, I guess it's because it was so intense. I was about 15 my dad had rented the basement of a family friend's house temporarily in Kew Gardens Queens, NY.
The whole block was mainly full of buildings except for that one old looking creepy house. Not too creepy, just very old. We didn't stay long so once my dad found us an apartment the family upstairs would show people the basement to rent when me and dad weren't there...
One night we came home to all the lights off (we never leave all the lights off, so we knew it was the family upstairs that had shown the basement to someone and turned them off once they all left). But to be certain my father stood by the door calling them upstairs to ask.
As he was doing that I walked into the living room, turned the light on, then walked a small hallway into the dark kitchen but before I could get in the kitchen there he was (Now I'm going to try to describe this the best I can). He was very tall and thin, his arms were long and I could see his clothes. He had a plaid button down shirt red and black with very tight jeans pretty high up his waist. But his skin was dark as if he was a solid shadow with clothes. The best part, it seemed like he had glowing eyes which was what scared the life out of me.
He could see me and as I froze for maybe 2 seconds it felt like forever but somehow we both tilted our heads at the same time like saying oh who's that. Once I saw him move, I ran to my father who was in the living room. So he rushed to the kitchen and said there is no one there. That's when I broke down and cried like a baby. There was no way to get out of there without passing me and my dad. I am now 25 and I can still perfectly picture him.
Maybe 4 years after we left, someone that lived upstairs in that house tragically passed of a heart attack in that same house. I guess now more spirits will wander that old creepy house.