This is the first story I have ever posted, as I am new to the site. I hope that you like it, as I certainly found it intriguing, at the time!
This particular incident took place, when I was ten years old. I had been ill and had, therefore, been sent to bed early, by my parents. The illness was nothing major, just a virus that I had picked up, from school.
Time progressed and I had not been able to fall asleep and so I had been laying, in the dark, for what seemed to be quite a while, although it was not late, as the rest of my family were still downstairs.
At this point, I'd like to describe the lay out of my bedroom, so that you have a clearer understanding of my story. The head of my bed was positioned against my bedroom window, which was situated at the rear of the house. The view from it was of our back garden and of those belonging to the houses, behind us. Opposite my bed, at its foot, was my wardrobe, which was tall and wooden, with a thin, three foot mirror attached to its panel, to the left of the wardrobe door.
It was autumn or winter, I can't remember which and so the evenings drew in early and it had been dark for some time. I was suffering from the typical sore throat and fever and as I mentioned already, was trying to settle to sleep but to no avail. At the time, I was in preference to having my bedroom door shut and curtains open. That night was no exception and I lay on my back, in the darkness, facing my wardrobe.
Without warning, a bright, white light, similar to a security light, was projected on to my wardrobe door, bringing along with it a perfect, black silhouette of a person, from a side profile. I was not sure if it was male or female, which sounds strange, but it was petite, with short, curly hair. You could clearly see the shape of the person's nose and lips and they were stood in that position for several seconds, possibly even a minute, in total.
There was no feeling of threat, there. In fact, there was just mild puzzlement, on my part. Sitting up in bed, I at first, assumed that the silhouette belonged to one of our neighbours, who had switched on a light, in their back garden, before venturing out. I turned around and studied first my neighbours' back gardens and then my own. In all instances, there was no light and nobody, at all, outside.
Baffled, I turned back to the silhouette. It was still there, the only difference was that its head had tilted downwards, slightly. Determined to find a logical explanation, to the person's presence, I turned to look out of the window, again. Perhaps the light was bright moonlight and I had failed to see the person, outside, first time around.
Kneeling right at the head of my bed, I had one more look but again, there was nothing and nobody there. The moonlight, that I had suspected, as an explanation, for the illumination, behind the silhouette, was not there, either. There was no moon and it was a cloudy night. I was baffled.
Turning to face the silhouette, one more time, I studied it, still intrigued by it and keen for an answer as to why it was there. It remained in front of me for several more seconds, before vanishing, taking the light with it, as though it had been switched off.
I still think about this experience, from time to time. What strikes me about it is, not only the bold, blatant appearance of the light and silhouette but the fact that the incident, itself, seemed totally natural, albeit, the lack of logic that its appearance produced.
I've been wondering if the silhouette was somebody who was there for me, looking after me and they wanted me to know as much. What does everybody else think?