This isn't my own story, but my brother's. When I was about 7 I lived in Utah about 30 minutes away from Salt Lake City in a really old house in the mountains. We had to fix it up a lot because it was kind of worn down, but nothing seemed wrong with it other than that. My brother was really into trains and had these metal ones that could whistle and chug around if you flipped the switch to turn them on.
My brother was only 3 at the time and used to start screaming and crying in the middle of the night because of the 'guy' in his closet. When we asked him what the guy looked like he said that he was old and had on a conductors outfit like with the striped overalls and hat, and he said that the guy kept playing with his trains. The trains were kept in his closet and the bed was across the room but he would wake up and the trains would be chugging around and whistling. It seems so impossible! You HAD to have flipped the switch on the train and he couldn't even reach the top of his closet! This went on for days and we told my brother to ask the man what his name was, so that night when he saw the guy in his closet he asked and we were shocked at what the 'man' had said. He had said that his name was Lee. My great Grandmom Nevada had been married to a train conductor who died years before and his name was Lee! So it was my great grandfather who was 'visiting' my little brother.
My mom didn't want my brother to keep getting scared at night though so she told him to tell Lee to go away and he never did come back... At least to visit my brother. I was talking to my great Aunt and she told me that at night my little cousin wakes up screaming at night because the 'train man' keeps turning on his toy trains that are in the closet (he really loves trains too and was only 3 like my brother was) is that just a coincidence?