I've experienced a few strange things in my life. I've heard voices calling my name, had doors in my house shut by themselves, and I've even seen strange images on my bedroom walls a few times. But one thing that I will never forget happened about 10 years ago when I was in 3rd or 4th grade.
Back then we were having a new addition added on the second floor of our house, above the garage, so my brother and I had to sleep in the guest room in our basement. We have a nice basement that's not very creepy, so we were never too scared sleeping down there.
One morning I woke up at around 4am and saw the Silhouette of a young boy standing by my side of the bed looking at me. At first I thought that it was my brother so I sat up, looked at his side of the bed and saw that he was still asleep. Then I looked back at the boy standing by the bed I asked him what he was doing. After I asked him that question he turned around and ran out the open bedroom door. In the dim light I saw him turn the corner and heard his footsteps running up the steps and just come to a sudden stop when he reached the top.
I wasn't really scared but I couldn't go back to sleep, so I left the room and spent the rest of the early morning watching TV until I heard my mom upstairs in the kitchen at around 7am. I told my mom about the boy I saw but she thought that I was dreaming, I know for a fact that it wasn't a dream.
I never saw him again but even now, about a decade later, I still think about that morning. I just wonder who that boy was, why he was standing there that night, and why he ran away. Our house is only 5 years older than I am and we're the first family to live here so I doubt that it was the ghost of a kid who died in our house. Maybe he's just a curious young boy who was wondering who we were and I scared him away by accident.