When I was younger, probably around the age of 15, I lived in a small apartment building with my dad, his girlfriend, and three younger siblings. I used to sleep upstairs by myself and something happened that I never mentioned to my father out of fear that he would just laugh at me. Our house was the old fire house for the town we lived in and was turned into an apartment complex when the new fire house was built.
As I mentioned, I slept in the upstairs portion of our apartment alone and one night after an argument with my dad's girlfriend, I went to bed and just lay there for a little while. As I was dozing of, and by this time it was quite dark, I was looking through the door of the small play room we had and I saw something moving on the other side of the doorway. I sat up to get a better look and the clear shadow of a man about six feet tall and of a rough looking build walked in front of the door.
I didn't know what to think of it at the time but when the shadow turned away from the door and disappeared into the neighbour's wall, I buried my head in the pillows and covered my head with my blanket.
Could anyone tell me what it was?
Was I just angry and seeing things or was there actually something there?
Comments would be greatly appreciated and are welcome.