I am new to this site!:)
So I wanted to share one of my experiences that completely changed my view on the whole 'ghost' thing.
I am now seventeen years old and my first experience happened when I was in grade 6, there was nothing strange or anything that I can even say that could explain what happened and even to this very day that whole year felt like a big dream.
It was I believe a Saturday or Sunday late afternoon, my cousin, my little sister and I were busy playing in the doll house (which is just a steal room my parents built for when my helper was staying with us. After she moved out it became my sister and my play room.) It is in a quad at the back of my house directly across the garage door.
The room only has one door and a small window on the side, the door is thin and you can see between the door by the hinges and it only has a small lock at the top on the inside, you can see through the gaps around the door.
It started when my cousin, little sister and I were playing in the room. All of a sudden there was a very loud knock. I called out a YES? But the only reply I got was another three loud knocks but when I turned I could see the doors shake because of how hard the knock was. I wasn't sitting far from the door and could see a blurry image of a man through the gaps. I stood and went to the door...
I can't describe the feeling that overcame at that point; it felt as if time had slowed down. I remember staring through the gap and staring at the figure who was a lot taller than me. Though I could see no distinct features I knew it was a man and that he was staring at me.
But before I could even react he suddenly dashed to the side and just like that he was gone. I suddenly snapped back to reality and figured some random person must be in the yard but after I opened the door to check there was nothing and no one.
I know there are a lot of what ifs? To this story, but if it really was someone and maybe my imagination had somehow made me see the person as just a black figure due to fear it couldn't possible, because the place that the figure ran to was the end were my garden wall is and the only way you can get over that war is over the broken piece of wall but as soon as you shake it, it will collapse and make a loud noise. My dad was in the room on the other side of the house with my uncle there was no way he could have gotten to the door and ran back to the house without me finding him first.
I would really like some advice to what had happened...:) Since then I had seen the same black shadow three times, one of the times being only two months ago.
So if there is anyone that can give me some advice it would be much appreciated:)
Thank you so much for reading!