When I was about 11 or 12 , I was at a sleepaway camp in CT . There were about 6 cabins in a circular formation and in the center of the circle was a lone lamppost dimly lighting the area at night . From my top bunk I had a pretty good view of it . One night I was restlessly attempting to fall asleep long after everyone else in my cabin had . I turn over and what do I see but a man in a white suit standing motionless directly underneath the lamppost with jet black shaggy hair shrouding his face . I remember it so vividly because it ' s the closest I ' ve ever come to shitting out my asshole in a single instant . I had heard stories of counselors at this particular camp playing pranks , so a part of me wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt . The other part of me found something extremely unsettling about this figure and threw the sleeping bag over my head in fear . I waited for what seemed like hours until I got the courage to peek again . I slowly inched out of the sleeping bag to get another look to find that he was no longer standing underneath the lamppost . but instead had moved to the front steps of my cabin , about 5 feet away from my window , still motionless and completely silent , still in shadow . Like he knew that I saw him . Back under the sleeping bag I went , where I remained paralyzed for the entire night . My senses were all heightened and I heard every sound that took place until sunrise , none of which came from this figure . When the risenshine bells echoed throughout the camp , we all got up per usual and there was no sign of him . I was too scared to tell anyone about it and I didn ' t hear any counselors talk about it . I think I must have been the only one to see it , unless there were any other kids like me who were too scared to speak up . I mean , it did ruin the rest of my week at camp , not to mention the rest of the summer . I went through the motions of playing 4 square and doing other activities , but I felt nothing . It was one of two periods in my life where every thought of every day for months was occupied by this weird numbfear . To this day it was probably the scariest and most haunting thing I ' ve seen . Reflecting on it as I grew older , I came to the realization that zero explanations for this end well . Either I saw a ghost , a mentally unstable man was running around a children ' s camp at night , a counselor took things way too far for no foreseeable reward , or I briefly went nuts at age 11 . Tldr I may have been targeted by a ghost during summer camp when I was a kid .