This story isn't as 'exciting' and 'scary' compared to some of the others I've read, but it's certainly one of my best paranormal experiences and it's something I've been wanting to share for a long time. Bear in mind, I'm not the most fabulous writer so please be kind.
Back when I was 11 years old, I woke up in the middle of the night, in my room, to first see that my TV was turned off. At first I was confused to why it was turned off as I always leave it on, due to being scared of the dark. Also, at the time, I had one of those small 90s televisions that didn't automatically go on standby after being on for long periods of time, so I knew that wasn't the reason why it turned itself off.
However, when I turned my head to the right, I saw this tall shadow figure standing by my door. At the time, I was more confused than scared, as this shadow man looked exactly like my dad but taller. I couldn't see his face as it was dark, but just by looking at his silhouette, I could of sworn it was my dad.
"Dad?" I questioned the figure. I got no reply as this shadow man kept looking at me. Then I thought it was my brother, Michael, as he's tall unlike my dad. However, he's only my half brother and not related to my dad at all, so he had no physical resemblance of this figure apart from his height, but I wasn't an 11 year old who ruled out any possibilities.
"Michael?" I yet again questioned the figure, and still no reply. This was when the fear kicked in as I had this stranger in my room, staring at me, who was not responding to my calls no matter how many times I've repeated myself. I stopped talking and continued to examine the figure from my bed. To me, this felt like an eternity, even though it must of been for about 10 seconds.
At this point, my fear was not as strong as my annoyance, as I then told the figure to leave, which in fact it did. This figure walked straight through my bedroom door which was already shut. But yet, I could hear the floorboards creak with each step this figure took. As soon as it left the room, the floorboards stopped creaking, which is weird as my house is as soundproof as a piece of paper. You can usually hear people walking downstairs, as well as people tossing and turning within their beds, but I heard nothing as soon as it left my room.
The next morning I questioned my dad and my brother, and they said that they never entered my room in the middle of the night. To this day they keep telling me that I dreamt the whole thing as they're skeptics, but I know I was wide awake that night. Since my mam is a fellow believer, she told me that it could have been my granddad that came to visit. And now that I think about it, it makes sense. Now to give you guys some background about him, he died of a heart attack when my dad was still a young child, so he would of been in his late 30s or early 40s when he died. My dad was within that age group when I had the encounter with the spirit, and judging by the silhouette of the figure, he looked to be within that age group as well.
Of course I never met the man, so he could of been completely different. However the wind seems to blow in that direction, and I've seen photos of him and he resembles my dad so much that I can't rule out the possibility that my granddad decided to pay me a little visit that night.