The exact date of this story: July 7th, 2004. I was at my mother's house in Aberdeen, Maryland. It was summer and I was living (I was 18 at the time) at home after my freshmen year at college in New Orleans. I should have stayed in New Orleans and lived at my new apartment, but no I decided coming home and working for my father for a few months would serve me best. Stupid decision...anyway...
That morning I got into a bit of an argument with a girl I was interested in and I was feeling really low/angry right off the bat. On top of that, I ventured down to Baltimore City to attend the funeral viewing of one of my friend's fathers. I'd been to several funerals, no big deal. I hung around with some of my friends afterwards at a house in Ellicot City before I made the eventual drive back up to Aberdeen at around midnight.
Now at this time, I'd lived at my mom's house since 2002 (2 years) after my parents separated. Nothing strange had ever happened. I'd heard little things about how the previous owners were old people who had died, but nothing too frightening. I'd seen ghosts previous to this story, I didn't like them, but I never got the feeling my mom's house had any activity going on. Let alone in my bedroom.
I came home and went to bed around 1:00 am that evening. Yeah, I guess it was a shiatty day, but nothing I hadn't been through before. So as I'm lying there trying to fall asleep I start to hear my bedroom door creak open. This has happened before. I ignored it. Then it keeps creaking... And creaking... And creaking. Now I'm lying on top of my blankets, feeling the ceiling fan blow on my legs as it occurs to me "Man, that creaking isn't stopping". Just then I stop feeling the wind from the ceiling fan on my leg.
Then than thought crosses my mind - "Hmm, that feels weird". Just then, a jolt of BAD BAD FEELINGS shoots up my back and I instantly pull my blanket over my head. I guess that's where the term "spine tingling" came from? It was a horrible feeling of shock/fright/nervousness that hit me in spine/stomach area all at once. So in that 2-3 second time span I'm under the covers I think "Man, if I take these covers off I'm going to see something" but at the same time "I really want to get out of my room right now".
So I threw my blanket off and sure enough, my bedroom door was halfway open and the head/shoulders of figure was gliding across my bedroom. Now it's a small room. I was in my bed and the thing was probably 3-4ft away in the space between my bed and desk. I couldn't tell if it was a man or lady. It was just a very vague gray/purple misty outline of a head/shoulders moving through the room. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran right out the door, down the stairs, and into the den where my brother was still awake and on the phone.
"I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!" and he of course, ignored my rantings. It completely ruined the night. I couldn't fall asleep and went to work the next day with rest. Ever since then, I've slept on the couch in the den. I rarely EVER go upstairs. Remember that I have a whole bedroom upstairs and it's been over 4 years since I've slept in it.
Case in point, Christmas Eve of that year I was home while everyone else was gone to midnight mass. I was upstairs brushing my teeth. I did not want to be there, so when I was done I hurried down the hallway to the stairwell. Before I got that far, all the hallway lights flicked on by themselves. I spent the rest of that evening sitting in the car, not going back into the house until somebody came home.
Rest assured, when that thing came into my room, it was the most frightening experience of my life. Hands down. Words cannot explain. And there's nothing 'spiritual' about it. I don't care about what spirits are in my parent's house, and why they would be there. Whenever I visit, I sleep on the couch.