I would be happy to wager that most of my friends as well as family would describe me as logical and realistic. Yes, as far as the super natural goes, I'm still waiting for my Letter From Hogwarts telling me that I'm a Wizard...but that's about it.
Well, that was about it.
Friday Night, (I was house/pet sitting) I went to bed around 10pm. The dog was in bed, the cat in the laundry room, the doors locked, lights off and alarm on.
I woke up in the middle of the night, super hot (not looks wise--middle of the night is never good lookswise). So I tossed the down comforter off, opened my eyes glanced at the clock: 1.39am, and then looked straight ahead of me (I sleep on my side) and saw a man--outlined in fire with a scary face holding the hand of a child--not outlined. They were by the bed, and then slowly moved away until they disappeared into the next room. Scariest. Thing. Ever.
I unlocked my phone (it was unlocked the next morning--clearly NOT a dream). Looked at the clock again--now 1.41am. Closed my little eyes and started praying, saying "Our Fathers" and "Hail Marys." I fell into a very unsettled sleep pry a couple hours later, only to wake up around 6am--still petrified.
Am I still scared? No. Am I unsettled? Slightly. Do I believe in ghosts/spirits now? Absolutely. Am I happy to be back in my own bed? Duh.
Have you even seen a ghost? What do you think of my ghost story?