Sandwich Ghost

This happened a few years ago when I was about 13. I had (and still have) a loft bed that my grandpa built for me when I was little. I used to sleep facing the window at my back of the room which looked over the lawn in my backyard. I took the blinds off that window so I could let more natural light into my room. I remember this one night but it has been a while so I forgot some of the specific details. It was a cool night, likely in the fall when this happened. My bed was comfortable and I remember sleeping well. That was until I awoke abruptly in the night. It was either midnight or very early morning when I awoke. It was pitch black outside except for some illumination near my window. It was probably the motion-sensing light in the backyard which sometimes turns on when the tree branches that arch above the fence sway in the wind. My alarm clock sat to the right of me but over time I have forgotten the time it had displayed. I seem to remember looking out that window, the one that was at the edge of my bed, and there it sat. The ghost, spirit... whatever you want to call it was sitting on the lawn in my backyard. It was pale and bright, almost like it was glowing. It had a small and slender frame, about the same height as me. It wore a light blue shirt but anything below that I could not remember. Its face was wide and triangular... like a siamese cat or a praying mantis... but devoid of any facial features. There was more than that though. He had what looked like a sandwich, a white bread wedge almost as pale as the spirit itself. Then, it turned and looked at me. Its emotionless, featureless glowing head turned in my direction and I was overcome with fear. My fight or flight instinct kicked in and I wanted to run. But I was frozen, I couldn't move from my bed. That only made me more terrified. I remember I turned my head away and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and went into my backyard to investigate. In the place i saw the ghost was My dad’s rusty wheelbarrow. It was filled by white bags of  gravel i think. Maybe the ghost was just the motion detector light in the backward illuminating the bags. But the vision i saw was so clear. It must a dream than but it seemed more vivid than any other dream i’ve ever had in the past. After this experience I never had another paranormal experience or ever saw that ghost again.

I have no way to prove if this really happened or if it was a dream or even a hallucination. I’m typing this all as i recall it but I have lost some of my memory of this event. I don’t know if ghosts are real but my dad told me this story once and I thought i would relay it.

He used to work at a warehouse outside of downtown seattle. He talked about how his co workers thought one of the rooms downstairs was haunted. They didn’t make a huge deal of it but it was definitely a spooky topic. One day my dad had to go down into the room to move some goods. My bad that i don’t remember what. He told be of how he went downstairs and came into the room. He walked into an alcove and thats when he felt something. He told me about how he felt something in the room near him like when you feel you’re being watched. That story made me realize that maybe ghosts as we define them now don’t exist but different environments can effect our emotions and make us feel as if there is really a presence.