As you may or may not know, I am a giant wuss with it comes to scary things. I can't watch horror movies because they give me nightmares. I creep myself out in the dark after watching ghost hunting shows. Horror books I can stomach though. I used to read them a lot when I was younger.
My parents's house is over 100 years old. Very creaky and a bit creepy. It's in the middle of the field so when the wind blows it can sound weird. Like one time, I was napping and I woke up to this strange howling noise. I can't explain what convinced me but I was certain it was aliens looking for me and I had to stay really still or they'd find me. Eventually the wind died down and I realized how silly that was.
A face was staring at me.
It was a guy with black hair and he was just staring at me. He was about eye level with me but I don't remember a body. All I can recall is the face hovering over my laundry basket. There was really no room for a guy to be crouched in that spot. Scared the crap out of me. I threw my blankets over my head and squeezed my eyes shut. When I didn't hear anything, I ventured a look.
No one was there.
I can't say if that was a ghostly experience or just from me waking up. It never happened again, but to this day it still creeps me out. It's my one possibly ghostly encounter.