First of all, this happened somewhat five years ago in the autumn of 2007. I've been searching the internet since to try to find anyone who has had even a slightly similar experience. So far nothing quite matches what happened to me, but lately I've been reading the articles here, and looking at some of the comments, and hopefully someone will have had something like this happened to them.
This happened only a week after my older brother was run over and killed by a mover truck. I was staying with our grandparents in their rural two story house on the outskirts of Dargaville, waiting for the next day when the funeral was to take place.
I was in the second story lounge with my friend Ria and we were watching the grandparents' collection of James Bond movies for the past few hours and it was almost half-past one in the morning. We were chatting away when the movie was coming to a close, and all of a sudden we heard this crazy booming from outside. We went silent instantly and I already knew what the noise was. On the utility house outside was a thin metal door that made the greatest bash noise with the slightest touch. Crime isn't famous around those parts and I am a bit over-cautious, being in the army for little over two years. I clicked off the television along with the lights, and we got down on our knees in front of the couch, where the view from the window was obscured. The grandparents were away giving condolences to my parents and I was there to watch over my deceased brother.
Anyway, I moved to the corner where the switch was to the lights that shone down on the utility house. I switched it on and asked Ria if she saw anything down there. She said there was nothing and it was probably a possum. I took her word for it and got ready for bed, lying out sleeping bags across the floor. We got ready and started chatting about the noise. Then it happened again, the same massive booming noise. This time I lent out the window and shone a field torch down there. Again, it looked as though nothing had caused the noise. Even though I am an atheist I wasn't going to rule out anything being that was where my brother's body was being kept.
We finished preparing and hopped in our sleeping bags. Almost ten minutes later the same noise happened again and this time it seemed like Ria was beginning to get a little freaked out. And I'd had enough, thinking it was some kind of prankster. I went and got my granddad's hunting shotgun and went out onto the deck. We had no rounds but I hoped the mere sight of it would scare off whoever was down there. I searched the perimeter of the shed but found nothing. I searched the perimeter of the house as well and still found nothing, so I went back inside to find Ria curled up in her sleeping bag. This time we were going to watch out the window for the noise to happen again. Another ten minutes later it happened again, and this time it was much worse.
About ten meters from the utility house something kind of materialized. It was in the shape of a man roughly, and it was solid white, not skin white, just white and it gave of a light that stuck to its body. It was sprinting directly toward the utility house. It sort of shoulder barged the door, and though it didn't break, it did dent quite a bit. The thing started beating its arms furiously and savagely against the door. The worst thing was the noise it made; it was screaming its head off. It sounds nothing human, not even like an animal, like something out of a horror movie. Ria stifled a scream beside me, while I was too freaked out to even make a noise. This thing was about nine feet tall almost reaching the height of the utility house itself. It looked like it had a tremendous build, all of its screaming was beginning to eclipse the tremendous booming of the metal door being struck. And suddenly, as if it sensed us watching it, the "Bright Man" stopped screaming and turned towards us, and this is what made me finally wise up and get away from the window. It had no face, no features whatsoever, except one thing: its eyes, like two little black marbles. I grabbed Ria by the arm and we sprinted for the back of the house.
We stayed in the bathroom that night, the only room without windows, and we kept the door firmly locked. The very next morning Ria left and I called in the police.
Soon an investigation was underway. The Door to the utility house was covered in massive dents and the lock was literally ripped off. Nothing was taken from inside but there was something strange. As my dead brother lay in his coffin, something had changed. His expression had gone from something peaceful to an intense frown. My parents thought of it as something of an omen after I told my story and refused to change his expression or his clothes. He was buried the next day. Rest in Peace Drake.