When I was a child, I saw my first Ghost in, very stereotypically, a graveyard. I lived in an old school in Stapleton, and opposite me was the church, it was down a long path, and had a field as its front garden. People used to play cricket there and I spent a lot of time in the church field playing with my sibling. I also went inside the church often, it was peaceful, and being young I seldom went into the graveyard alone, just scared of my own fear!
I remember the first time I saw a ghost was in the church graveyard. The way the church was situated you could see part of the graveyard and the side of the church from the field. The field was higher than the church itself as there was quite a downhill to the doors. I cannot quite remember my exact age but I remember I was in the field, I believe it was early afternoon by how light it was, and that me and my sibling where playing in the field with a pink air-o-bee. I remember looking out toward the church and I saw an older woman, standing just in the graveyard. She was very pale and wore something like an old Victorian night gown; it went down as far as I could see and had a high collar so I'm assuming it was Victorian. So, I'm frozen in terror being young but I knew it was a ghost. I also got the feeling that if I looked away and looked back she would be gone. I remember just staring at her; she gave off a stern emotion, but nothing threatening. I recall calling my siblings name and then looking over to find him for a split second and when I looked back she was gone. I also remember running home at the speed of light crying and calling for my dad!
So, that's the first ghost I ever saw, it's rather stereotypical isn't it? But, it's what I saw.