My older brother Earl (not his real name) joined the Air force right after he graduated high school in 1970. He had been in service for about a year, so this would have happened in late '71 or early 72.
I was lying in bed late one night when I heard the stair door open and someone coming up the staircase. I then heard footfalls cross the room, the light came on and I heard someone sit down on my brother Earl's old bed. I slept in the far right hand corner and his bed was right next to mine. I was lying facing the wall, I didn't bother turning over, I just assumed it was Earl coming in on leave.
I spoke and said, "is that you Earl" and a low, deep voice said "Yeah" I notice it didn't sound like Earl but I knew too that he had a habit of picking up the accents of whomever he happened to be buddying with. I then asked if he was doing alright and the same low voice said "yeah". I then said, "Well I'm tired and it sounds like you are too, so I'll talk to you in the morning O.K..." I got an O.K. back. All this time I had my back turned facing the wall, I don't know why I didn't turn and talk to him face to face.
About this time the light went out and I heard him lay down. That particular bed made a certain noise when you laid down on it. I said "good night" but got no answer and soon fell asleep.
Well, when I got up the next morning I noticed that Earl wasn't in his bed and the bed was made up. I thought nothing of it, just chalked it up to military training. I went downstairs and looked around but I didn't see Earl anywhere. I asked Mom where Earl was and she replied "How would I know?" I said "Well he came in last night" and she said "No, he didn't..." I said "But, I talked to him" and Mom said "I don't know who you talked to but it wasn't Earl because no one came in last night".
Mom and Dad assured me that I must have been dreaming. I agreed but I knew better. I talked to someone that night.
Was I dreaming?, I could have been but I don't think so. Could it have been my imagination? Could have been, but I think if it had been, with the imagination I had at that age that I would have scared the crap out of myself.
The only thing that gave me the creeps and still does is this: If I wasn't dreaming, or imagining things, If I had turned over to talk to my "brother" who or what would I have seen?