Four years ago, I was in my bedroom doing my homework.  I noticed that my brother's door across the hall was closed, which meant he wasn‘t home. After a few minutes though, I thought I heard something. I looked out into the hallway and nothing was there.   I felt I was being watched, and it made me nervous. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and the whole house seemed to shake. I panicked and jerked my head up quickly to look at the hallway. A white figure came screaming up the stairs and shot into the mirror in my hall. I was so scared that I could hardly move, but after a minute I realized I should get out of the upstairs. I ran down as fast as I could and shot into my daddy's lap. He saw the terror in my eyes and asked what was wrong. He said "You look like you've seen a ghost!" I was too scared to speak, and I just hugged him and cried. I still have no clue if I was overworked or it really was a ghost.

Hazel, Alabama