Like many of you on here I have also seen weird things since I was a little kid. The two that stick out the most happened in the same area when I was living in Portland Oregon with my parents, and my little sister. We lived in a pretty old neighbourhood. I remember the road was not even a paved one. It was a dirt road. The house we lived in was also very very small and tiny! We lived by 2 graveyards. One was newer and kept clean. The other one was older and not really taken care of as well. We always liked to go and take walks or play in the graveyard. We were never disrespectful, we went for walks, looked around at how old the graves dated back, we used to have scavenger hunts too. My mom would put together a list of things to find, a certain name on a grave, a date, a bug, and things like that. We were kind of weird kids enjoying playing in the graveyard instead of playing house at home.
One night we were having one of those scavenger hunts with a few friends. I was about...9. I remember we were all running around trying to find things off of our list. I remember it was night time because we all had flash lights. Me and one of my friends were looking for a specific name when I looked up, and a little way away from where we were there was little clearing. I saw a man standing there looking over at us. He was wearing a long black coat, and a top hat. I pointed to him and asked my friend if she saw him, she looked, and then looked back at me like I was crazy and said no. When I looked back over at him he was gone.
In that same house about the same age, me and my sister shared a room. I was about 9 and she was like... 6 I think. We had bunk beds! One night I woke up suddenly, and looked over across my bedroom... There was a man who was kind of... In like a squat position sitting by the wall staring at me. I remember he really really scared me. He had a weird smile on his face. Just staring at me. He was wearing... The closest thing I can come up with is what the Newsies used to wear back in the day. He had that style of a hat on too. I threw off my covers, and ran out of the room to my parent's room. I remember still seeing him in the corner of my eye as I was running out. I went and told my parents that there was "A monster" in my room...that's how I said it monster. They went with me to go look, and he was gone. There was no way someone could have come through any window. I remember all our windows were covered with thick plastic to keep the rooms warmer. That would have gotten in the way of anybody trying to get through a window. They kept the rest of the house really locked up at night.
I don't really like to share my stories with my friends, because I don't think one of them believes them. People see weird stuff all the time, and until you personally see something for yourself... Who knows what to believe?