When I lived in Guerneville, CA in the late 1990's I saw a man standing in my hallway. It was about 2 a.m. and I was using the bathroom. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw my husband, Mike, standing at the end of the hall. He was completely dressed in a T-shirt, hooded sweatshirt that zipped up, knee length shorts and sneakers. I asked him, "Mike, what are you doing?" Well, Mike answered me from our bedroom, immediately to my left.
I screamed that there was a man in the house. Mike jumped out of bed, grabbed his gun and we walked the house. Every window and door was locked from the inside and there was no trace of anyone in the house.
My girlfriend, Jackie, spent Thanksgiving with us a few years later and slept overnight on our sofa. My mother came over about 11 a.m. and asked how we slept. Jackie said, "Great, until Mike came in at 7 a.m., sat on the sofa to put his shoes on..."
Mike happened to be walking into the room just then and responded, "I just woke up and I wouldn't sit where you were sleeping to put my shoes on, I would sit on the love seat or a dining chair..." Needless to say, all our jaws dropped open.
Another time, my son, who was two years old at the time, said he saw a man in his room. He was terrified, pale white, terrified. I was alone with him so we walked the house with my gun and there was no one about. I believe he saw someone though. No one can fake the bloodless, pasty white face of fear! Why would a spirit appear to my girlfriend and me as Mike, then appear as themselves (or someone else for all I know) to my little one? Maybe so we, as adults, would acknowledge their presence?