My whole life I have seen one thing or person since I was a young child, starting at the age five. The thing/ person always had a yellow-fire outline with pitch black eyes and what I believe to be a mouth.
Starting In Streamwood - I had been playing with my stuffed animals when through my bedroom door I saw the Fireman walk by. I got up to follow him. It was around 5pm during the spring. As I followed the man he went to middle of the living room and reached towards the ceiling and its black mouth opened as if it was screaming. This happened at least 3 more times, until we moved the next year. I was living with my mother and grandparents during those fire man visits.
After we moved I did not see the man for over 2 years. However, when I moved back in with my grandparents I started seeing him again. We all had moved to a new town, North Aurora ill. Also this was a new house.
At the age of 7 I would see the man at least once a month. He would always do the same thing. Walk to the living room and reach to the ceiling and look like he was screaming. At this time I had reached out to my family, I had started to become scared. Every time I would see this man, he would always look at me as it would perform its thing. They would all look at me and explain it was just a dream, or I was just too excited about things. I however did not take that as why.
A few years later my mother and I moved out and moved to a home that was in Aurora. This house was almost like the house I grew up in Streamwood. It is a very dark house.
2002 Aurora - This time with the fireman it became too strong. I was living with my mother and father, we had a dog. It was fall time, 11 pm. We had all gone to bed. After sleeping for a few hours I heard a man scream and run down the hall screaming. I then smelled smoked. I have asthma and I was starting to have hard time breathing. I got up and touched my door. My dog started to growl. I had thought my house was on fire. When I touched the door it was cold. After feeling it was safe to open the door I looked down the hall and saw a very bright light but when I looked dead at it, I saw that it was my fire man. I heard my mother's door open and as she stepped out the man vanished. My mom started to ask if I was ok, why I was screaming, I told her that I had not screamed, that I thought it was a man. We both could still smell smoke. So we followed the smell. It led us to the kitchen then it started to move. Right back to my mother's room. As we reached her room, we finally felt warmth. We stood on a ladder the heat and smoke source was just in the middle of the room. No heat on the floor or ceiling. It was at this point my mother started to believe me.
Also my grandmother told me a story. The very first house (Streamwood) in the 70'S had been on fire and lost a teen age boy. Which they all knew and it was someone's fault that he died in the fire.
I have no idea if he is the one I have been seeing, but at least this gives me a place to start with.