When I was a child (about 4 or 5 years old) I lived in very poor neighborhood in Texas. At that time we lived with our grandmother. The house was very old and made of adobe. Next to our house was a warehouse. My two older brothers and I shared some bunk beds. One of my older brothers slept on the top bunk and next to it was a window.
One night my brother awoke crying and screaming. He did not want to sleep on the top bunk. He was claiming that a monster was looking in the window. My mother had me sleep in that bed from then on.
One night I awoke to a dark figure wearing a fedora and a trench coat looking in the window. I could see the light from the warehouse next door right through this figure. I don't remember any eyes though. Sometimes I would wake up in middle of the night to see it pacing next to our house outside our window. I always thought it was a dream.
About twenty five years later my mother, brother and I were talking about that old house. I told my mother and brother about the ghost. I described the ghost to them and my mother had the look of fear on her face. My brother explained that he saw that same figure looking at him through that window and that is why he didn't want to sleep in that bed. My mother told us that she saw that figure in front of the house when she was walking home from work one night.