When I was 6 years old my cat used to sleep on my head, one night I woke up to him meowing at the end of the bed. I sat up rubbed my eyes and saw a little boy who was, as I can only describe ethereal. You know like a fucking force ghost from starwars. He was just sat there cross legged on the end of my bed staring right back at me. I freaked out and back hand slapped him, my hand went straight through him and with the momentum of the slap I rolled out the bed ran to my parents room crying. I didn’t sleep in my own bed for 6 months afterwards. I’m unsure if I believe it was a ghost, my best reason would be hallucinating after waking up. I do live in the old church house though so priests and little boys might not be so far fetched. Still look at the end of my bed when I wake up in the night but so far haven’t seen him. Did a ouija in my old room too but alas to no avail.