Before I start telling my story, I should mention that I DO have a history of mental illness. Psychosis to be more accurate. There are two reasons that I still feel this might be something paranormal.
First off, when I was ill I never saw things (hallucinations), I'd just imagine stuff (delusions). Two very different symptoms. Second, when this happened to me I was being treated and had no symptoms at all.
So my story takes place in January about a year ago, in Odense. I was on my way home from my boyfriend's house, had just gotten off the bus. At the time I lived in a neighbourhood about 150 years old, although some of it younger.
I was about to cross the street and looked to both sides even though I heard no cars nearby. I looked left first, and saw him standing there. A tall man in an old-fashioned suit, with what looked like a woolen coat over it. His face appeared youngish but was weird, looked a little like a Guy Fawkes mask. He was also wearing a hat, Borsalino type style. He was just standing there, in the middle of the street. As I saw no cars I immediately looked to my right, also no cars.
As I was looking to my right, a stray thought crept into my mind. That guy just looked weird. I quickly looked back but he was gone. Vanished.
Now remember, I was just preparing to cross the road, I had looked away from the guy for less than two seconds when I looked back. There were no cars for him to hide behind, and the street was way too wide for him to have the time to reach a building on either side. I also heard no doors opening or shutting.
I didn't feel scared or like he would harm me, and it didn't feel supernatural at all. If he hadn't vanished like that I wouldn't have thought of it ever again. Maybe except his weird-looking face.
I am sorry for misspellings, bad grammar and so on, please forgive me as English is not my first language.