I am 13 years old and this happened last year in October, November and December.
First of all it was just a glimpse. It was in October, during the Halloween holiday. I was in my bedroom, in my bed and I couldn't sleep. So, I stared at my ceiling and then around my room. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I saw a white figure standing next to my TV, in front of my notice board. I immediately recognized that it was a teenage boy, perhaps about 17 years old. He had a ghostly white face and a black hooded jacket. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a white top with trainers. His face was stern and almost angry. He stared right at me without a blink. He only lasted for about 20 seconds before he disappeared. My first reaction was to jump back in shock and then, I was caught in his gaze. I stared as he stared with a studious look, until he disappeared. After he disappeared I blinked twice then, continued to stare in the space he had once been. I was confused and presumed that it was just my over-active imagination.
About four weeks later, now November, he reappeared. It was a Friday night and he was by my window, in front of my wardrobe. He stared at me again but this time, his face was covered by a shadow from my curtains.
For the next few nights, he continued to come. I asked him what it was he wanted and he didn't reply, until one night in December. It was the weekend before the Christmas holidays and he was in front of my notice board again. I asked him why he was here and he replied "I'm waiting". He spoke in a soft voice with an Irish accent. I then asked him "waiting for what?" and he replied softly "for the future". I was going to ask him what he meant before he started to hum. As he hummed, I stared at him before falling lightly backwards in my bed, onto my pillow. Soon, I became drowsy and looked towards him. He looked at me and smiled. He then told me, before I fell asleep, "I'll be here and watch over you. But by morning, I'll be gone". I then fell into a peaceful, deep sleep.
As the days went on, he repeatedly came. He was sometimes in the shadows and sometimes by my wardrobe. One night he bent over me and breathed on my neck. My hairs pricked up as I felt his cold breath. Then, he began to sniff me. It wasn't my brother sniffing from his room because of his cold, it was a gentle sniff that you do when you are smelling something. This confused me because I didn't know ghosts did this.
Then the next night, he was right in front of my face. I would have normally jumped out of my skin but, I didn't. I was pleased to see him and I smiled at him. He then backed away to my door and smiled at me. We began to talk about the regular things like, what I did that day and how I was feeling and about my family. He seemed to like talking about my family a lot. After a while, he paused and frowned. I asked him what was wrong and he replied "I won't be seeing you regularly anymore. I can't. I will still come; just you won't see me as often". I frowned but, instead of asking why I just nodded.
The last night I saw him, my senses were on fire. He was in a corner of my bedroom, crouching, and looked stern. I asked him what was up and he didn't reply. He just stared at me for hours without even blinking or moving a millimeter, let alone an inch. This frightened me. Usually his appearance comforted me and made me happy however this time, I was scared and uncomfortable. I couldn't even look at him. Eventually he looked down and when I asked him again what was wrong, he stared at me. Was something wrong with me that was to happen, that he couldn't tell me?
Several nights went past and he didn't come. Nights turned into weeks and weeks tuned into a month. It has been a month now, and I know that something is outside my window. It has been there since two weeks after he stopped seeing me, and I was worried. Yet, I was positive that it was him. Always there by my window, humming until I fell asleep.
Is he a ghost? He seemed too solid and physical to be a ghost or Spirit guide. Possibly however, he didn't seem to be anything that I have seen before of a resemblance to my life. Trick of the light? Likely but how could he speak if he was? Surely he wasn't a figurement of my imagination? It was too real and I was definitely conscious.
I guess I will have to wait for the future to find out. Maybe I will see him again. I just don't know.