Indian Summer

From: Errica Stevens (batman@pinsight.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Redding,CA
Source: Form Submission

I lived near an Indian burial grounds. One summer when I was eight I was lying in bed with my light on and the a tall man came in my room, turned and looked at me, and then stood at the foot of my bed. He skin was splotchy (red and orange) like the coloring of the soil around the area. He had dark, black, shoulder length hair. But the strangest thing was that he was naked and had no genitalia. It was when noticed this that I knew he was a ghost. He didn"t appear transparent, but he didn"t appear solid, either. He casually stood at the end of my bed and just stared at me straight in the eyes. I was frozen for at least twenty minutes. I finally realized that he wasn"t going to hurt me, he was just checking me out. Being eight and scared, I ducked my head under the covers hoping he"d leave. The next morning I told my mom what I saw. She said the same thing happened to her, and not to be afraid because we were on their homeland and they were just curious.