The Fingers Of A Ghost

I have a really hard time sleeping after my dad goes to bed. I don't know why, but I feel so much safer when he stays up and watches TV, then when he goes to bed and leaves me up by myself. I was feeling really uneasy that night and went to bed before him. I fell asleep almost instantly, but something about falling asleep so quickly didn't feel right, I usually lay in bed for quite some time before actually going to sleep. That night however was different.

I remember dreaming that people were dancing in my room and I woke up to investigate because the dream felt so real. To my surprise I saw silvery lights dancing upon my wall and near my closet. I watched them curiously until they transformed into wisp like people.

There were three of them dancing; two were most likely lovers because they were dancing with one another. The other one however was not dancing but investigating me. He was close to me (I am not to sure but I just felt like it was a male) so close that he was almost touching me, he extended his hand and held it up and wiggled his fingers.

Even though he had no face or lower body, he had opposable thumbs and four long fingers. I raised my hand too and touched the silver hand that was extended to me. Our palms touched and just as my fingers were about to intertwine with his fingers, he disappeared and my fingers intertwined with the fingers from my right hand.

I had to collect my bearings; I looked around the room, both my hands still clasped together and there was nothing. I was sitting up right in my bed, with my arms extended in front of my chest and my hands clasped together.

The strangest thing about this happening is that the whole time the spirits were in my room I felt more safe than I have in my entire life. Even when I touched the spirits hand, I could feel every detail of his fingers and palm. It was like I was touching a live person, flesh, bone and all.

When he disappeared though and I found out my fingers were only touching my own fingers a feeling of immense loss washed over me, as if I had just lost someone incredibly important to me. To this day I can still remember the feeling that I had when the spirits were there, and how disappointed I was when they left.

It was a very creepy experience and I have no explanations as to what it could have been, perhaps just a dream? Or maybe the spirits in my room meant much more? What do you guys think?