Hello, this would be my first history shared here

I was around 11, I used to love bikes and I used to ride around my neighborhood in it greetin my neighbors. One day I was riding my bike, a Saturday I think, I was kind of pissed off because there was this mean girl trynna act like the queen of everything, and my friends supported her (not all), so I was looking to the ground in a bad mood, when I look up, I see a pale kid, tore clothes, all in black and white, dead ass black eyes, right in front my bike, I quickly turn around and try not to crash on him, when I turn around to apologize, there was NO ONE, I ran to my home screaming in horror to the fact I saw some ghost, I didn’t walked out my house in like three days out of fear.