When I was about six or seven, I never used to REALLY believe in ghosts. I mean, I believed in them, but to an extent. Now, after this encounter, I think I have a change of mind. By the way, I have only seen this guy ONCE.
I used to live on Drumore Drive in Philadelphia, but since my parents divorced when I was eight, I've moved. Well, when I was about six or seven, I fell asleep a little early, probably around 9:00 or so, I didn't check my clock. I had a dreamless sleep. Well, my bed was pushed up against the wall so that if I went to lean up on my right side I would hit the wall. When I fell asleep that night I woke up at 1:48 EXACTLY, facing the wall with the most saddening feeling of grief or despair or something that I cannot describe. I laid there for about two minutes wondering why I felt this way, but then my mood changed. It became a sense of... Not dread, but a emotion almost like hope, or happiness maybe. I rolled over to get comfy again and saw something that made me freeze, almost as if I was experiencing Sleep Paralysis.
A man, no older than about 50 or so, looked up at me. He seemed to glow a faint pale blue. He was sitting on my carpet floor just to the left of my bed. I can bet right now that if I had gotten up and climbed out of bed I would probably stand IN him. I knew immediately that it was a ghost, and when I looked at him I wanted to gasp or scream, but an unfamiliar voice in my mind said, "I won't hurt you..." I just stared at the man. When I first looked at him, he was EXAMINING some of my toys like he'd never seen them. When I'd "unfrozen," I rolled so that I was facing the wall again, shaking violently.
The next day I told my mom, and you won't believe what she said. "I've seen him too. He seems friendly..." The way I looked at her made her say, "Are you scared?"
Scared? In your dreams.