When I was about age six I woke up early one Easter morning as I was anxious to see what the Easter bunny had brought that year and as I sat up in bed I was met with a six to seven foot man at the foot of my bed. There was a pause as I was confused to why he was there and who he was but after staring at him for several seconds and just maintaining eye contact without him saying anything or any kind of emotion on his face naturally I got scared and hid under my covers.
That was the first time I seen the "Tall man." After that I seen him quite a lot growing up, to the point where I was no longer not only unafraid of him but just accepted his presence. I'd see him as I'd walk into a room or when I woke up he'd be there or I'd catch him out of the corner of my eye. I never really questioned his presence until I got older then I just questioned my sanity until other people started seeing him too.
My mom came into my room one day when I was about fifteen and I was trying on different make up and my mom said "who are you talking to"? I told her I wasn't even talking. She said that as she was coming into my room she could see a really tall figure standing a few feet away from me through the crack in my door.
Then when I was about 19 maybe 20 my boyfriend and I had this apartment in a really old building which had haunts of its own, (that's an entirely different story though) and my best friend/cousin was staying the night and she spooks easily so she didn't want to sleep alone in that apartment so I slept out on the futon with her. She woke me up in the middle of the night with a wrought iron grip on my arm and her eyes were as big as saucers! Then I saw the tall man standing behind her beside the door to our apartment, in retrospect I should have reassured her but I just fell right back to sleep cause I was so used to seeing the tall man.
Well the next morning my boyfriend came out into the kitchen while we were having morning coffee and said "Babe! You'll never believe what happened last night! That Tall Man that you told me about was standing in the doorway to our bedroom!" My cousin was pretty upset with me because she had thought someone had broken into our apartment because we lived in a very bad part of town and she'd never seen a ghost before then.
Fast forward 5 years later, I had just recently started connecting with my mom's side of the family and I told my grandfather about the Tall Man and he told me he's my great great grand father from the 30'S, my great grandfather can still remember him when he was a boy! Said he was really tall and on the slim side & was an old farmer. My grandfather also told me that many of my cousins have seen him as well and my uncle even used to play checkers with him when he was very young! I felt so happy to hear that I wasn't the only one and that it's my ancestor, feels great and touching to know I have someone looking out for me from the other side.