To tell you the truth, I'm really not sure which one came first. I think I'm going to go with the ghost I called "Pillow Face". I wasn't even in kindergarten yet when I started seeing Pillow Face. It probably started when I got my very own room to sleep in. When I went to bed at night, my mom would leave my bedroom door open. Through the door I could see into the family room and part of the kitchen. Around the corner of my door was a hallway leading to a bathroom and my parents' room at the end, and straight across from my door was my sister's room. But it was the hallway... everything came from the hallway.
The dark... I was afraid of the dark. Well, not the dark itself, but what was in the dark. I really don't ever remember sleeping at night without some kind of nightlight on. And to be honest... I still need some small source of light, even if it is coming from outside. If I can't see what is around me, they can hide. Imaging hearing something and not being able to see what it is... that's when they really screw with you. Well, back to Pillow Face... even though I had my small source of light, I saw it. Every single night, Pillow Face would poke its head around the corner from the hallway and peek into my room, just staring. When Pillow Face would appear, I could feel my eyes widen, my heart beat faster, and I would start to sweat. I tried not to fall asleep because I was afraid it would come into my bedroom when I did. Of course, I could only stay awake so long. This was my cozy, good nights sleep, every night.
Thinking about Pillow Face now... it looked more like someone with a white bag over their head. But back then, I didn't know any better- if I did, it probably would have been that much scarier. When I finally was in grade school- maybe around 10yrs old, I started shutting my door at night. So, I stopped seeing Pillow Face.