I've been browsing through this site for a few months and I finally decided to make my own account. As this is my first story, I'll start with my first ghost sighting. It's a bit short, but it was an important moment for me.
Starting from the time I was about 7 years old (my brother was 5), we would go to our grandparents' house almost every weekend. We loved and looked forward to spending time with our Abuela (spanish word for grandma. My family is Puerto Rican) and Abu (abbreviation of Abuelo, which is the spanish word for grandpa), along with our aunt, Titi (changed spanish word for aunt, which is tia, who never married and lived with our grandparents.
When I was around 7 or 8 years old, my brother and I were in my aunt's car, which was still parked in our driveway. She'd come to pick us up on a Friday night, like she usually did.
Just as my aunt was pulling out, I looked up and caught sight of a red-haired boy in the very top window of our house. I saw several things wrong with this. First of all, there was no red-haired kid in our family, as we all look pretty Latino with our dark hair and tan skin. This boy was pale and white. Second of all, how was he at that window? The top window is sort of half-circle shaped and very high up. About ten feet, maybe more. Third, his clothing looked strange. Sort of early 1900's.
As I was thinking of this, my aunt said (in Spanish, but I'll translate) "Look, your dad is waving goodbye!" She clearly saw the kid too. Confused, I said (in Spanish, but I'll translate again) "That's not my dad. How would he reach that high, anyway?" I'm sure my aunt knows what her little brother looks like and that wasn't him.
After that, we were all quiet. My aunt drove away and the incident was not mentioned afterwards.
The whole thing lasted less than a minute, but it was my first sighting, and even though it was mild, it has left an imprint on me.
Thank you for reading. Any information or advice is greatly appreciated.