This is actually my first story. First of all sorry for my bad English. I experienced this 3 years ago. It was my grandmother's 1 year alms giving. My mom wanted me to help with dishes. I remember everyone was talking in the TV room and I went to the kitchen alone and I remember I was holding an empty dish and nobody was there. We have a small couch in the kitchen so my mother can sit sometimes while cooking and we have a long house. We have to walk a little bit to go to the kitchen.
So I went to the kitchen and saw an old man sitting on the couch. He was wearing white shirt and a white sarong (a sri lankan traditional costume) and he was staring at the door. I thought he came to help us with cooking. Then I kept my dish on the table and tuned and he wasn't there. I didn't get scared and I looked everywhere in the kitchen for him. Plus the kitchen door was closed and he has to pass me to go to the TV room.
I was confused for a second and ran to my mom and told about him. I remember as soon as I told about him, her eyes got bigger and got scared. And she went to talk with gusts.
After few days I asked from my father about the old man and I described his appearance. You are not going to believe what he said. That old man used to take care of my dad when he was young and he passed away almost 30 years ago and told me not to worry because he's still with us to take care of my father.
They called him John Seeya. He's still with us. I can feel it. Hope you guys like my story.