not really a "ghost" story but more of a creepy event.
I was like 13 and would stay up all night with my brother playing games and shit, we live next door to a church and theres this huge parking lot and at night theres a street light that keeps it pretty well lit. I went into the kitchen to get a drink and i looked out the window and there was a man standing in the middle of the parking lot, perfectly still, with his back to the window i was watching him from. i remember watching him for a bit and being really confused as to who would be doing that. after 10~ seconds i started to get really creeped out because he wasn't moving at all. i run back to my brother and start telling him this and he comes downstairs to look out the window but the guy was gone. this was around like midnight/1 am, and for whatever reason it really scared me. i remember feeling like it was going to be seconds before whoever it was just ran into my house and killed me
I go down to the kitchen again around like early morning, that same night. it was almost dawn and the sun was just barely starting to rise, adding this faint blue glow, like the entire town was being lit by neon. it was still dark, but you could definitely see better. i go to the fridge and that same guy is standing in our fenced back yard, just right in the middle, back to the window again. at this point my dad was home so i run to tell him and he just assumed i was seeing things and didn't bother to get up and look, until i started to really beg him to. when he went up to the window the dude was gone again. he went outside and looked around the yard and didnt see anyone.
never saw whoever it was again, sometimes i'll remember that and get up to go and look but of course nobody is ever there.