When I was younger I had a couple of experiences happen to me that I just can't explain.
My grandma's house, where I grew up, used to be the biggest party house on the block. Everyone in my neighborhood was related somehow, either through marriage or our parents growing up together (in my culture we consider that as family even though it isn't blood). All the teens who got kicked out or just simply ran away because their parents didn't condone the partying behavior would come straight to my house. Drugs, alcohol, fights, shootings, cops... You name it! The atmosphere just wasn't any good for kids my age. And this went on before I was even in Elementary all the way until I was outta high school.
Anyways, a lot of my cousins were experimenting with the Ouija board every time they got drunk or stoned. They would tell me stories about how one of them got possessed and tried to kill everyone in the party. Or that every night they talked to some guy who lived on the corner right across the street and that he chased my cousin all around the block, until someone had to tackle and calm her down.
I was young so I believed it all. From a young age I've always been fascinated with the unknown. But I'm a total chicken shiat so I always needed to sleep with someone. One night me and my brother was knocked out in the living room. Immediately he started snoring and was out like a lamp. For some reason I laid there not being able to even feel tired. I felt like someone wanted me to go and sleep in our room. (My grandpa passed away in that room before I was born.)
I was in a dazed like state, like my body got up on its own and started walking towards the room. Before I reached the room I had this urge to look outside the window. Our living room windows are very wide so you can see the whole street in both directions. When I looked on my lawn, there stand was a HUGE blacker than black figure just staring at me. I mean it was bigger than two of my trash bins and probably about 7ft tall. I can make out a trench jacket by his outline and a hat. I froze and grabbed my brother but I wasn't scared because it felt like my grandpa had my back the whole time. I woke up in the morning just to see if it maybe was my trash bin, but found no evidence on the ice frosted snow...