Now, some of you may have, and some may have not, read my earlier story, "A Mysterious Stranger", dealing with a ghost appeared to me every night for a few months.
This is a few years later, taking place a few weeks ago, me being 18 years old and in college. I was just chilling with my friends at my backyard, you know, talking and such, when the topic turned to ghost stories, experiences, etc. We all talked about our experiences, from my friend's tale of seeing a ghost in her mirror that looks like no one in her house at the time, to another friend's tale of seeing a black, fluid shape (he couldn't match it to anything, he just said it was fluid, like black moving on black) run across the hills of his old house at night, to another saying how he saw a ghost at his house, that of a woman, when his mom was in her room. So we all got tired around 2:00 A.M. And decided to go our separate ways.
As I was walking inside my house, I had got lightheaded, like dazed, and decided to crash out. I have never had any experiences in this new house, like none at all, but I awoke a few hours later to someone walking upstairs. I sleep in the basement, and the kitchen is directly above it. I heard footsteps, talking, cooking, and such, and went upstairs. I looked at the microwave- 6:53 A.M. My parents were asleep, the lights were off, and everything was in place. I was standing there, wondering what was up and decided to go to the living room.
I still don't know what happened, but it hasn't happened since.