Many years ago, when I was only about 7 years of age, I had a petrifying paranormal experience that I’d like to share with you.
It was night, about 1 o’ clock in the morning (that’s a rough estimate), when I suddenly woke up. I distinctively remember the entire room being ever so cold. I lay under my duvet, struggling to get to sleep. Next without a warning, a figure just randomly appeared. Obviously, I can’t see myself, but I guess that all the colour from my face would’ve disappeared. He was a tall but fat man, wearing a top hat, with posh clothes on. I stared in disbelief. He gazed into my eyes. Looking back on it, I know that he wouldn’t have hurt me, but I couldn’t help it. I screamed as loud as humanly possible. I instantly woke up everyone in our house and next door. My father burst into the room. The second he did, the figure disappeard and I was crying my eyes out.
A few years later, when I was probably about 10, I was discussing the matter with my mother. I described the figure to her. She told me that it was her dad, a WWII veteren, who died quite recently. Next, she showed me a picture of him. It was him. All my life I’ve wondered what I saw that night. Whatever it was, it sure was scary.