When I was in 2nd grade my family and I moved to a new home about an hour away. The first time we entered the house, I freaked out because I thought I saw a skinless man through the hall really quickly. My parents checked the house over, and I never really had much of an imagination so it must have been strange to them. I remember it all very detailed, the bones, muscles, tendons, and it's eyes. I don't believe in ghosts, or anything supernatural though. Interestingly enough, since we moved into that house my life turned to shit. When I moved out 13 years later it became instantly better