When I was 10 years old, my parents moved my little brother and I to a station in Western Australia. My Aunty and Uncle already lived there and we were keen to live in wide open spaces as opposed to living in suburbia as I had done for my whole life. The station was 4 million acres and 800kms north west of Broome, so extremely remote, being 400kms from the nearest hospital we were told to be very careful when exploring due to the King Brown Snakes and spiders that lived around.
One day my Father was bitten by a mosquito and contracted the Ross River virus. He was rushed to Broome and my little brother and I stayed with my Aunt and Uncle for about a week.
Walking back from the shed one day I had to walk past the old station house (which is abandoned) in order to get to my Aunt and Uncle's house, with my Blue Heeler (Diesel) beside me. I was stirring him up and he was barking and running around me. He got a couple of meters in front of me and stopped dead still and began growling deep in his throat. At first I thought there was a King Brown as they often try to warn humans before attacking the snakes. Upon inspection I found no snake nor any tracks.
I continued walking but Diesel wouldn't move, his head was pointed at the ground ears pinned back and a low growl. I stroked his head and said his name. After about 30 seconds, his ears pricked up and his eyes and head moved towards the old station house roof. I followed his line of sight and that was when I saw it.
A figure of a man on all fours on the roof, completely black, swaying moving his head from side to side. (It was dusk, so features weren't clear but this sure as hell wasn't a shadow.) I froze dead still and watched as it continued to sway and rock. It did this for a good 30 seconds, then lifted its head. Although I couldn't see its eyes I felt it looking at me. I was standing in the same spot and breathing heavily. It then stopped swaying and Diesel began barking. His barking startled me and I looked down at him, when I looked back up it was gone. I was absolutely terrified, but couldn't bring myself to tell anyone as they would think I was mad.
I've since moved to Darwin and don't tell many people. If it wasn't for Diesel I would never have seen the strange man... Sometimes I wonder which would have been better...