If you read my short story 'Ghost in the Cellar', this is nothing like it. This ghost experience happened to me personally.
I dated this girl in Portage, Indiana, and one night, while watching a little late night TV, we fell asleep on the couch. At around 3am we both woke up and went to the bedroom. Her little girl, who was two, was asleep in the other room and would wake up around 6am and want to watch TV. Around 530am, the sun was beginning to rise and the sunlight slowly began to brighten the rooms. As I layed there, I looked at the mirror that was standing above her dresser. The way I was laying I could see what was in the kitchen. For a moment. I thought I noticed the face of a man. I cannot describe him because it was over in the blink of an eye. Okay, maybe it was in my head, no big deal. This kind of stuff happens to me sometimes, I accept it. But this one... This one seemed a little to real. More real than the others.
I said something to her in the morning, when she woke up to the sound of Spongebob. She listened to me, shook her head and went to make her daughter breakfast. I got dressed for the day, and went in the kitchen to talk more about this. She told me that there was a few times she thought she saw someone at a glimpse and that her daughter wakes up around 3am, crawls in bed with her claiming that somebody is in her room and they woke her up, almost every night. Okay, fine. It doesn't bother me and it seems it doesn't really bother them, cool.
A few days later, I'm in the basement doing the laundry. I took some clothes out of the dryer and put them in a laundry basket. I turned around to head for the stairs, when I noticed, what looked like a person just went up them. I only saw the back of them. I walked to the bottom of the steps, looked up, and saw this person turn the corner at the landing to continue up, but again, just a glimpse. I listened to hear if that one particular step would creak if stepped on. It would creak rather loud too. Nothing.
We called the relationship off, mutually, a little after what happened to me in the basement, I never told her about it until sometime later. She said that she had the house blessed and hasn't had an encounter or a problem since. When I heard that from her it reminded me of the story my grandmother told me, which I wrote about in 'Ghost in the Cellar'.