When I was little I had a dream about a silhouette walking around my backyard. I saw her sort of let's call it dying. I called her the "black lady" (I was little and I am NOT racist).
It is now about 8 years later. I was sleeping over at my friend's house. She lived right around the corner from me. I woke up at 3 am to hear dogs barking next door. I looked out the window to see the silhouette being attacked by them. Then I had a conversation with her.
Me: I thought you died! Years ago!
She appeared in the hallway behind me.
Silhouette: I did not! I simply went home.
I spun around in fear.
Me: well why were you in my backyard way back then?
Silhouette: I wanted to tell you something.
Me: so why are you here right now?
Then she disappeared into the night air.
Another time was when I was at the park. I had ditched my friend in the field as a joke. I sat on the bench to catch my breath.
"Hello again..." said a voice behind me. I admit I was shocked for it was a voice I had heard before but could not determine who it was. I had my eyes closed for some reason and faced her for a brief moment, put my hand up and said "hi" then I looked at the playground which had been burned down.
It seemed to be re-built again but was the color of the silhouette. Out of the darkness I saw a shorter silhouette but it was a boy. I looked to my right to see her and I screamed. I ran for the basketball court where my friend was. She yelled back at me:
"My name's Miranda!" I ran faster. I reached my friend and said we had to go to "Amanda's house ASAP and get there as fast as possible.
She followed me and I figured she was confused. I didn't care. When we reached Amanda's house I asked her for ghost help. I told her what had happened and she told me it reminded her of her past experiences with ghosts. She told me it was just the heat but she would call Shelby, another girl with ghost stories. She said that the "black lady" was dead but her spirit lives on inside my brain. I still don't know what to do.