One of the first ghosts I ever met, named Mr. Williams was pretty freaky. We moved into an old farmhouse on 40 acres and I began to sleep walk on friday nights when the moon was full.
Well, one night I was awakened in the barn and scratched my arm on the board you use to climb up where the hay is stored. There was a man I never met before with a round face dressed in overalls, "tell me how I died" he said. I got afraid so I went to the window of the barn and crawled out since he was blocking my way. Suddenly I woke in my bed and had the scratch on my arm.
No one in town would say if they knew this man, or how he died. ten years I was stuck with this ghost hanging out telling me all I gotta do is tell him how he died, but we weren't from his town.
Well, one night I went to a party and a girl from that town was actually there! Drunk she told me he felt like a failure and hung himself in the old barn with a rope that was in there. They wouldn't tell us because they didn't want us all creeped out by ghosts since they "aren't real". Ya then if they aren't real why do I HAVE to hang out with this guy! Anyway I guess that was all he needed, a light came on above him and he floated up into it saying how it was fun and it was real but it wasn't real fun. A joke we used to say.
Ok so it wasn't scary, but it's a true story.