When I was about 7 years old, my aunt and her partner were looking after a two floor apartment just above a shop in the town highstreet for six months while the owner's wife was away on a business trip and her husband was away doing something for the army (I never found out what). So when my aunt's partner was away working night shifts I would often stay with her to keep her company. The owners had three cats, one had gone missing a couple of weeks previous to the evening in question. The other two would come and go throughout the day and night either through a cat flap or an open window.
I'd stayed in that house once or twice before with my aunt but nothing ever happened. I was a very happy child I liked to chat, laugh and play with dressing-up dolls (you know normal things a seven year old girl does). Back to what I was writing though it was mid-summer about 5'ish so most people would be starting to head home from a day of shopping in the busy high-street. My aunt and I had not long got into the apartment ourselves, my aunt seeing one of the cats sitting on part of the roof of the down-stairs shop asked me to call the cat in, so being a seven year old I'm bound to do as I'm told.
Going to the open window in the hall I tried to call the cat in for it's dinner but the cat looked at me, raised hair on it's back hissing at me. I then heard footsteps coming from up-stairs, thinking it was my aunt I went up to tell her what had just happened. When I was up-stairs I looked in every room (nobody could have walked past because all the doors were on the same upstairs hallway that I was standing in). Not finding my aunt I looked out the window standing with the curtains drawn behind me (They were full length or near floor length) to look at all the people walking past on the highstreet far below, then the curtain moved as if someone was running their hands along it. Thinking it was my aunt messing around I steped out from behind them and shouted 'BOO' but no one was there. I then looked in all the rooms again because I thought it was my aunt playing hide and seek with me but I didn't find her. I called out for my aunt and asked where she was because I had given up she then called up the stairs and told me she'd been in the kitchen the whole time.
I went down to the kitchen and told her everything that had happened from the cat to the footsteps and the moving curtains, my aunt told me not to be silly and that I had scared the cat, imagined the footsteps and I had moved the curtain and gotten scared over nothing. I then being a seven year old went off to sulk in the hall over how my aunt hadn't believed me. For some reason I looked up at the stairs where the owners had placed a collage of pictures on the wall that you had to either be coming down the stairs or to go up the stairs and turn around to see the pictures clearly. There on the stairs was a figure, that after many discussions with my aunt and other members of my family cannot find a reasonable explanation for what I saw. The figure had no obvious body except for the clothes that it appeared to be wearing, (it's going to sound stupid but it looked like the costume that Matthew Broderick wears in the Inspector Gadget film but older in look and style) the place where a head should've been was shadowed as was where the legs should have been. The figure appeared to be looking at the collage. I muffled a cry of shock because there should only be my aunt and I in the apartment. The figure began to turn but as it did it began to fade away so I never saw the front half.
For a full minute after I couldn't move, when I did come to my senses I ran to my aunt who was by then cooking dinner for us both and told her what I'd seen. By this point she's becoming scared at what I've told her, which begins to make me feel worse and furthermore terrified then what I had already been feeling.
10 minutes later my aunt and I were standing on the pavement on the street which runs along the back of the apartment waiting for a taxi to take us back to my Nan's and Grandad's house which was about 7 miles away. Looking back at the house I saw the curtains move back as if someone or something had been watching us looking out of the window.
This isn't the only experience that I have had and it seems to run through my family.