Scary Abraham Lincoln

I will always remember this night for the rest of my life. I must of been around 7 years old. This night I woke up hearing footsteps in the kitchen.

The kitchen was the next room to my bedroom. We had a huge kitchen. It was a square and on one side of the kitchen was my brother's room as well. Across from my brother's doorway, still in the kitchen, was a hallway that lead to the living room. From there was my sis's room and my parents' room, same square set up as the kitchen! Our apartment was huge it used to be the apartment building's basement. The huge wall in the middle separated our huge kitchen from our huge living room. Our bathroom was across the doorway of my parents room. It was a pretty nice and roomy apartment for the 5 of us.

I kept hearing footsteps that sounded patient, gentleman's attire shoes. It made that distinct tapping sound. At first I thought my dad was up just walking around. I began to rationalize this and decided it must of not been him. First of all, he doesn't own shoes that make that sound on the kitchen floor and why would he be pacing in the middle of the night? He is not the type to try to wake us up if we were asleep!

The footsteps were normal steps, no rush, just back and forth. Continual back and forth pacing from one side of our kitchen table, where my brother's room was, to the other side of the kitchen table where my bedroom door was. I always slept with door wide open in that apartment. The only time I had it closed was during the day when I wanted privacy.

So once I realized it wasn't my dad, or anyone else in my family, I realized it must of been someone else... Then I started to get scared So, as I was listening to the pacing, I was getting more and more scared. My heart was racing, I was very curious as to who it was! I could not go back to sleep but I thought the best thing to do was turn towards the wall and try to go back to sleep.

I did end up falling asleep. I must of woke up 5 or so minutes later because it was still the same darkness of night. I rolled over and faced my bedroom doorway. I opened my eyes and there in front of my doorway was a real man. I say real man because he didn't look like a spirit, or a ghost. He looked real as you and I. He was just standing there looking at me. He was relaxed and not scared of me. I sensed from him like he thought he had the right to witness me, like he wanted to wake me up by pacing on the floor, like he wanted me to see him. He wore a top hat, a suit and looked like a very highly intelligent, most respected man of the 19th century. He looked just like Abraham Lincoln!

Why was he standing there just staring at me? I was so scared I hurried up and pulled my blankets over my head. I remember breathing really heavy and sweating and so scared! I wanted the morning to hurry and be there at that very second. I finally got the nerve to pull the covers down. I just couldn't breath any more! He was gone. Till this day I will always remember that night!

I have also seen another "person" in a different apartment that my family lived in before I saw Abraham Lincoln. In the same town.

I woke up in the late hours of the night, unusual for me, to find this tall, pale, dark haired man looking out our bedroom's window. We lived on the fifth floor. You could see into the main road from the direction he was looking. He was looking down as if looking into my neighbor's home.

I did the same thing, pulled the covers over my head. But this time I seemed to have more courage, even though this was my first experience. When I did take the covers off, I noticed he was staring at my sister! This second glimpse of him scared me even more because he was staring at her neck. He was looking down on her and her neck was exposed. I was so angry at him for staring at her. He did look like a vampire as well... He was wearing the whole Hollywood attire. Sounds strange, you probably think I'm a nut, but he wore a cape! He had the dark black hair, handsome looks, thin build and he seemed nice, not malicious or angry. I was mad at him for being there and invading my space. I wanted to protect my sister so I ran into her bed and pulled her covers over the both of us. She slept right through the whole thing. I didn't want to wake her either. She would of felt the same anxiety and fear I was feeling. I did end up pulling the covers down. I really don't remember the time frame. And he was gone.

I told my mother about it that morning. She insists that she saw the same man walking toward our front door on his way out! She says she sat right up in bed and mentally told him to get the fn' out, excuse my french, but he apparently made her very angry with him for being there as well!

That was also the same apartment where I woke up in the night and was stretching from sleeping and my ears were in the stretch mode over my head, with my head hanging off the side of the bed, and at that moment of my waking I heard my name being called. Just once. I immediately opened my eyes, and there was no one. A man's voice called my name! I wanted to know who it was, and what he wanted.

My brother also has told me of his encounters with nightly happenings as well. He has had more than I. He woke up in this same apartment at night with a man coming out of the floor boards right in front of his bed with glowing eyes...creepy! I think I would of had a heart attack right then and there!

My sister is the lucky one in the family who never witnessed anything unusual, and she is the baby in the family, so maybe that's a good thing!

Thank you for reading. I just wanted this out because I really think there are people who we can't see on this earth. And if anyone has had some experience closer to mine, I hope reading my experiences makes you feel better, and no, you are not crazy!