I've been pondering this experience now for many years. It occurred back in the seventies; roughly 76-77. My Mother, sister, and brother and I shared a two-bedroom apartment in the Portland area. I'm not sure if this qualifies as a "ghost" story; the nature of it is too ambiguous. I was in my early teens, clean, sober, and sensitive to things of the unseen.
One night (I was alone, my brother and I shared a room and he was gone for the night) I went to bed at my usual time, roughly ten-ish.
I awoke, startled, and saw two spirits or entities; both resembled old men, long white beards and hair. One wore a black cloak similar to a monk's cowl; the other wore a multi-colored luminiscent robe, reflective, pyschedelic. Both wore amulets.
I was terrified and immobile. I could not move, I was transfixed. I felt that they were going to communicate a significant message to me. I also sensed that they were neither evil or good; I know their intention was not to harm me, but as to their spiritual alignment I could not discern.
I felt I saw them through a tunnel; this was the oddest perception. They were absolutely real and present however physical reality was slightly altered.
They were present for what seemed a very long time. Either due to my extreme fear or lack of maturity I "sensed" that they chose not divulge to me their intention. However they did communicate to me that they would return.
Later I learned that my neighbor experienced visitations of a particular spirit in his apartment. I'm not suggesting it was the same spirit or "spirits" but perhaps the apartment complex was charged with some prescence or spirit activity.