I always believed in ghosts, but never wanted to see one. Actually, I was barely praying not to see any. My wish was not granted.
I was spending a nice weekend with my parents and my friend Noha in a cottage we rented. Each night, we would play cards until 11:00pm and then everybody would go to bed. It was a small cottage, so it only had one bedroom (for my parents, of course). We had to sleep in a large room in the back of the cottage. That room had large panoramic windows, which gave me and Noha a great view of the lake.
We only had one bed, so I let Noha have it, saying to myself that it would not be that bad to sleep on the couch for the night. The couch was located on the other side of the room. The head was facing one of the windows and it was against a wall.
I was lying down with my eyes shut, because my friend had just turned off the light. After five minutes or so, I decided to open my eyes. What I saw was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen in my whole life!
Through the window, I saw a little boy. It was like he was hanging from the roof, looking at me in the cottage. I was only seeing his upper body, but he was all white and he was glowing. He was smiling, almost on the verge of laughing, like he found it very funny to scare me. It took only a few seconds before I closed my eyes again. I knew Noha wasn't asleep, so I asked him to turn on the light again. When he did so I told him what happened and he was a little skeptical about it, which was really frustrating.
I never talked to him about my experience again, and I never saw another ghost. I was 18 at the time and I am now 20. Maybe in another 18 years I'll have another manifestation. I definitely hope not!!!