I was around 13 years old, I was living in my grandmother's house at the time. My grandfather had died when my mom was 13, so I was unfortunate to never meet him. I went to middle school in Palm City, and the school didn't start until 9'oclock so I was left alone for a couple of hours in the morning. It wasn't until one morning I was getting ready for school, I walked into the kitchen for a glass of juice. I placed my glass on the counter and I happen to look up through the window that looks into the hallway. I was startled to see a man looking back at me, literally he was standing two feet from me, I dropped the juice and ran out of the kitchen. I noticed that I didn't hear any footsteps, I turned around and there was no one there, the man had vanished. I called my mom up at work and told her, she said that it was nothing and to go to school.
Later I told my grandma and she said that she was not surprised that I saw him. After questioning her, she told my that my grandfather died in the house, which he had built. That she had seen him many times, as if he was watching over his family. I only saw him once after that, he was standing in the same hallway looking almost sad and then vanished, it was the day I moved out.