When I was around 8 or 9, I had a "camping" trip on the U.S.S. Hornet with my cub scout troop. Not that I knew at the time, but the Hornet is on many "most haunted places" lists. I got a horrible nights sleep that night; I remember waking my dad up every few minutes to ask what time it was. Around 3 or 4, I woke up with a horrible feeling in my stomach and sat up in the bunk. I saw a hazy outline of a person walking up the rows of bunks. I tried to shake my dad awake but he just swatted me away. I think I just buried my head under my pillow. It wasn't exactly the shape of a person, but more of an oblong cloud that seemed to move like it had legs. I always have trouble trying to explain what I saw but I've believed in ghosts ever since.