For as long as I can remember, I have had experiences with the "unexplained." I say "unexplained" because everyone has a different opinion, and for the sake of an argument, it is "unexplained."
My first experience was when I was around the age of three or four, and I remember it all too well...
My dad was in The Army and stationed in Germany. My mom, baby sister, and I stayed here at home, and lived in a small house in Summersville WV. My bedroom was straight across the hallway from my mother's, and for the most part, as a three or four year old, I was content sleeping alone, in my own room. (My baby sister's crib was in my mother's bedroom.) As I awoke one night, heading to the bathroom, tossing back the covers, and sliding to edge of the bed, I looked toward my doorway, stopped in my tracks, and froze. What I saw literally petrified me. I couldn't move. I was so scared that if I moved, this "thing" would hear the covers rustling, and it would look at me, and of course, come after me. After what seemed like forever, I had made my way back under my covers, (where I was safe), and decided my best bet was to just pee the bed, rather than try to get past this "thing" in front of my bedroom door.
It was almost like it was standing guard. It was a tall thin male figure, wearing a long trench coat, and a wide brim hat, pacing back and forth in front of my door, and hands behind his back, and head down. But what REALLY scared me was the fact that even though he was taking steps, his feet weren't touching the floor. He glided back and forth. He never looked up, or at me, but it was terrifying.
Throughout my life, this was only the first experience of many. I am now 56 years old and it's been awhile since any recent experiences, but over the years I have become accustom to these things happening, and they no longer scare me like they use to.