Up until I was about five or six I lived in a small town in West Virginia. At one point in time, pretty much everyone in my family had lived in the house my mother, father, brother and I were living in. Coming out of my room there was the bathroom to the left and then across the hallway was my brothers room. One day I was coming out of my room and there in front of me stood the silhouette of what appeared to be, what I described at the time, a cowboy. He had no features; he was just a solid black form. He came towards me and stopped, then turned around and headed into my brothers room. Being a little kid wondering what the hell happened, I screamed. When my mother came in I told her that I had saw a man in a cowboy hat and that he had gone into my brother's room. My mother had naturally told me that it was just my imagination.
About a year or two ago I inquired about what happened. My mother told me that there was a man, who lived with his wife and children before we owned the house, that was suspected of killing his family and burying them in the back yard. The house was set on a steep hill that my cousins, who are now in there 20's, liked to climb when they were younger. When they were digging in the yard they found bones that they brought to their parents. They were confirmed as being human.
And, I have no idea if this is linked to that at all, but every once in a while I'll wake up and look at the end of my bed and see a hooded figure. I don't feel threatened, as I immediately go back to sleep. I know that it's not just a dream. I also feel as though I'm being watched periodically throughout the day...
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The bone found was femur bone (so I was told) and the guy that identified it was an avid hunter. So he knew that it wasn't from any of the local animals. Like I said though, I had only seen the ghost; I wasn't born yet when they had found the bones. I'm not ruling out the fact that they could've been an animals bones. I'm just saying the chances were slim.