I have had only a few inexplicable happenings in my life. What I am about to say is as accurate to the truth as I can understand.
When I was 17, a very wonderful friend of mine, George, had ended his life. It was a very sad, and dark time, as anyone that has gone through a suicide can attest. I was a year older than George, and it hit me pretty hard (probably harder than people closer to him). And let me preface this wit saying he was a WONDERFUL boy. He was happy, full of life, caring, funny; everything you would ask for in a friend. It was a shock to everyone when we found out what happened to him. So the strange occurrence was wen I was sleeping at my dad's one night, and I woke up.
The room was dark but I could see outlines of things from the street lights' glow through the slits of Venetian blinds. I saw something over the railing of my bed (it was a large futon with a metal frame), and as I look over, I saw George. He was leaning against the wall, hugging his knees into his chin, staring up at me. His face was sad, and angry. It was truly a look I had NEVER once seen him embody in life. I called out his name a few times, and he started to disappear into the shadows of the room, still staring at me like a child who had been punished by his parents, scorned, and unable to see past his own frustrations.
I'm not saying this was a real "ghost," as if his spirit lives in limbo. It could very well have been a dream, though I have never experienced a waking dream with such vivacity and also one that had conjured up so perfectly the emotions and visual perfection of something that must have been buried deep in my psyche. My pessimistic theory is that it was just that: a dream (albeit a fantastical one). My wandering mind proposes that perhaps, I had cleaved some passage into a separate conscious realm; time was just an image on a fuzzy background, and overlapping like film on a cutting room floor.
Maybe I was just seeing George in a state of torment prior to his death. At any rate, it was a pretty interesting experience. I still think about him to this day, and honor his memory as a beautiful person that made a mistake.