I'm submitting this story on behalf of myself and older brother. The events described took place in Louisiana, rural Acadia parish. I was four years old, my brother not quite six years old. What transpired was real, not imagined, not a dream. It absolutely was not of this world.
I saw a man of pure white light. My brother saw a man of pure white light. I will refer to him as Light Man. We saw this man on separate occasions outside a window of the bedroom we shared. We don't know who saw Light Man first or how much time elapsed between the sightings. We do know that the sightings took place in late summer, August or September, 1960.
First, my sighting. I was asleep in my bed which was situated sideways against an open window. There was no screen on this window. I woke up, my head lying against the window sill. I don't know if something awakened me. My eyes briefly gazed up at the stars before I caught a glimpse of a man made of white light standing just to the right of the window. I was terrified. I pulled back slightly and stared at him for several seconds. His features were very well defined. Slender face, small nose, short hair. Average size eyes and ears. He was wearing a suit, i.e., shirt, tie, coat and pants. Everything was white light, but I could clearly distinguish between clothing and body.
I attempted to scream for my mother, but I was so terrified that no words came out of my mouth. Then Light Man slowly began moving to the left, across my window. His head was tilted slightly backwards, chin slightly elevated. He stared straight ahead. I pulled even further backwards, away from the window, intently watching him. As soon as he slid past the window, I stuck my head out and watched him march towards the corner of the house. I use the word march because that's what he was doing. The legs of his stiff frame were goosestepping while his arms hung straight down, motionless. He marched until he reached the corner, then he made a crisp left turn and vanished.
At this point, I was finally able to scream for my mother. She came running, and I told her there was a man outside the window. She immediately assumed I'd been dreaming, but I adamantly insisted that this wasn't a dream. She suddenly became concerned that maybe someone had been at the window and took me by the hand, grabbed something like a rod or stick from the kitchen (I don't recall exactly what it was), and took me into the backyard, tightly clenching my hand.
We cautiously walked across the yard. And saw nothing. I told her Light Man had walked around the corner of the house. We did likewise and again saw nothing. At this point, she relaxed and insisted I'd been dreaming. We re-entered the house and she took me back to my bed. I begged her to let me sleep with her, but she refused because my 2 1/2 year old brother was already in her bed. I was hysterical but she didn't relent. She did close the window before walking off. I got in my bed, shaking, and pulled as far away from the window as possible. I lay there trembling until I fell asleep.
Now, my brother's sighting. He was asleep in the same room, also near a window. There was a screen on the window. He woke up one night and saw Light Man standing slightly to the left of the window. He watched as Light Man slowly walked past the window, head tilted back, chin elevated until he was out of sight. He didn't see the same level of facial detail, but it was the same left-facing profile, same mannerisms, same right to left movement that I'd witnessed. For some reason, he felt no fear and went back to sleep.
We had no air conditioning in our home, hence we slept with open windows. The house was in a very isolated location, with one neighbor about 1/2 mile away. There were no other neighbors for at least a couple of miles.
We never discussed what happened until it came up more than 20 years later while having pizza at a local restaurant. He had never breathed a word of what happened to anyone. I carried my secret for approximately 17 years before sharing it with the woman who eventually became my wife. My brother decided to share what he'd experienced with us. Before he finished his story, my jaw dropped as chills shot through my body. My wife and I stared at one another in disbelief. I then told my story and watched my brother's stunned reaction. We spent the reminder of the evening comparing notes and pinpointing the timeframe of the sightings.
For decades, we have shared our story with others, hoping to gain some understanding of what we saw and why it happened to us. We've learned nothing. Now, both in our 60s, we'd like more than ever to discover if anyone else has had a similar experience, or if someone can offer insight about these truly remarkable events.
This story has been told exactly as it happened with no embellishment whatsoever.