The day I scared a ghost was the day I ran into him in the back of the bar that I worked at. This was years ago, and I had been walking down the back hallway and turned the corner towards the bathroom. At that exact time, he had been doing the same, coming from the opposite direction. We both startled each other and we both jumped. If you’ve never scared a ghost before, it’s exactly like scaring a living person, except this guy was transparent. He was outlined in white. His face was two inches from my face. I could see his many wrinkles around his eyes and lips, his head bald with a very faint comb over. He had a huge forehead and chubby cheeks. Upon running into each other, he yelped, then vanished.
I just stood there for quite a while, trying to process what had just happened. I had never been that up close and personal with a ghost before. I knew the bar had paranormal activity, and would often hear voices when I was there alone, and items would be moved when I returned in the morning. This wasn’t the first time I had seen an apparition, but it was the first time I scared one enough that the poor man screamed, then bolted.
Upon telling some local customers that were in the bar later that night, they told me I had described the late, original owner of the bar who had been dead for over 30 years.