I was living in Colorado at the time, working at a summer camp in the mountains west of Fort Collins. The house I was staying in was damn near at the top of the mountain and we were pretty isolated from the rest of the world.
One night I woke up real quick and sharplike, feeling like I was not alone in my room. There was a shape, like an afterimage, barely humanoid, standing at the foot of my bed, and it reached out and touched my toes. I was paralyzed the whole time, and eventually it faded away into the dark and the feeling stopped.
It might have been sleep paralysis or a dream that took too long to fade or some other thing that was just all in my head, but it was the realest spooky thing of that sort I’ve ever encountered. Whatever it was, I call it a ghost.