When I was a kid I used to live near what everyone called a "haunted house". Actually it was just a foundation and fireplace, tucked up into the woods, of a house that apparently burned down. The rumor was that, many years before, some guy was drunk and threw a bottle of moonshine into the fireplace. The bottle exploded and the house burned down killing the guy.

Well, one day me and a friend rode our bikes up to the place and as we were walking up the trail we saw something. A yellowish cloud or fog about the size and proportion of a grown man. We both turned away, ran to our bikes, and rode away as fast as we could, never to return again.

Was it a ghost? Who knows. I was only 8 or 9 at the time and I was too freaked out to examine it more closely. All I know is that I saw something that was not normal.