My first ghostly encounter I can remember was when I was about 6 or 7 years old. My mom, her boyfriend, my sister, and me had just moved into a house in Pleasantville, NJ. In the room me and my sister slept, there was an attic door. I felt very uneasy living in the house and especially uneasy sleeping in that room with the creepy attic.
I dozed off to sleep and around maybe 3 or 4 in the morning I awoke and saw the attic door open. I tried to wake my sister, who was sleeping beside me in the same bed, to get up and close the door. She would not move at all. All of a sudden I saw something move in the corner of my eye. The movement came from the left side of my vision, about 4 or 5 feet from the bed. It was very dark in the room, but the moon shone through the window and provided a little light.
At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me because of what I saw. I wiped my eyes, blinked, and pinched my arm to make sure I wasn't still asleep. What I saw almost made me pee on myself. Looking directly at me through empty eye sockets was a skeleton. It had on a black cape and the inside was blood red. I know how this sounds, but it is very true. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move, I was in shock and scared out of my mind. I closed my eyes and hid my head under the covers.
When I looked up it was still there, which really made me believe I wasn't dreaming. Finally I mustered up enough strength and ran out of the room. Leaving my sister and the ghostly figure (or what ever it was) behind. I ran to my mom and told her what happened.
Of course she didn't believe me, but stayed with me until I fell asleep. To this day I don't know what it was, which is why I am deeply interested in the paranormal.
I was going to get up and try to sleep in my parent's bed, but saw my hallway fill with this blue fog. I stayed in my bed and saw this skeletal figure float into my doorway. I remember it was in a tattered, white hooded cloak and its eye glowed bright white. It didn't approach me or try to hurt me, it just stood there with its arms out stretched slightly.
Terrified, I buried my face under my blankets and yelled for my mom. She thought it was just a bad dream, but I've had inexplicable problems sleeping since then and I'm constantly plagued by unrelated nightmares.