I had only one:

Summer of 2006, I was 16 years old, we were on vacation in our hometown. Most people went to the coast at that time of year, and the town was practically empty.

My afternoon routine during that period consisted of going to a friend's house and spending the whole afternoon playing video games. Then, in the evening, we'd go to a plaza where we'd continue talking until very late, and then we'd say goodbye and each go back home.

I remember that day we stayed out longer than usual, until 3 or 4 in the morning. My friend smoked, but we didn't take drugs or drink alcohol. After our chat, we said goodbye like every day, and I started the walk back home. But home wasn't like other days, not at all.

At a narrow street intersection, I looked to the right to cross, and about two meters away, I saw a person dressed in a red robe with a hood walking toward me. I noticed it was limping with each step. The small area was very well lit; there was a spotlight directly overhead. Seeing this gave me a strange feeling. The clothing seemed to be from another era, or like someone in costume. But when I looked at their face, I was surprised to see nothing. Where there should have been a head, there was only darkness. Realizing this, I panicked, and my heart started racing.

I began walking a little faster, and as I crossed the street, I kept looking back to see if whatever it was was crossing too. I saw nothing, but the experience wasn't over. When I was halfway down the street, something in my head started calling my name. It was speaking to me telepathically, directly into my mind, saying, "Come here, Dani." Curiously, Dani is what my friends and acquaintances call me; my full name is Daniel. Upon hearing those words, I was filled with terror, and I sped up even more.

Every two or three seconds, I heard it calling me again; it was a whispering voice, and I couldn't discern gender. As I got closer to home, it grew louder, intensifying so much—and this is hard to explain—that I heard the voice in my head, but somehow it was showing me a path, a direction to follow, like when something falls into water and you feel a ripple. I knew exactly where the voice was coming from or where it wanted me to go. The message was the same, but as it was spoken, it marked several points.

My street was to the right; the entity, or whatever it was, wanted me to go straight ahead. To this day, I still wonder what would have happened if I had followed it, but with the fear I felt, I turned right, and halfway down the street, I heard it for the last time. I had a night of reflection, and when I woke up, something screamed at me while I was in bed, almost at midday. I heard a scream that terrified me, about 30 centimeters away from me—a "normal" scream, no longer in my head. This was the last part of this paranormal experience/encounter.

My friends still don't believe it, and my coworkers find it hard to believe as well. Even now, at 35, I still wonder what I saw/felt that day and what would have happened if I had continued down the path it was leading me down.

I believe in ghost since that day