When I was younger, ages 6-8, I lived in an old house rented by my aunt at the time. I am not sure of the year the house was built, but I do believe it was sometime in the 40s or 50s.
I shared a downstairs bedroom with my sister who was 2 years older than me. Although it was the first floor, the window was still approximately 8 feet off the ground due to a hill the house was sitting on.
We had this silly alarm system on our house that was activated by sensors at the tops and bottoms of the windows and the front, basement, and back door. The windows in the house were all new when we moved in.
One night in the middle of summer our whole family (me, my sister, and my mother and father) woke up to the sound of the alarm sounding. We searched around the house and nothing was out of place except for the bedroom window that I had my bed under. It had been shut.
My mother tried to tell me that I must've done it in my sleep. She surely just wanted me to get back to sleep. I went to bed that night knowing that I did not shut it in my sleep because honestly as a 7 year old girl I did not have the strength to sit up use both hands and shut a window all in my sleep. I am a very light sleeper, I would've woken up.
A few months later I remember going in my room to lie down for the night. I'm sure you remember, when you're young you have a set bed time and you need to go to bed even if you're not tired? Well I was not tired. I remember lying awake looking out the window at the sky and the trees. I always kept a night light on in my bedroom.
I saw a man with light hair and a blurry face walk past and stare into my window. I remember exactly what it looks like because it scared the hell out of me. I covered my head with the blankets and went to sleep.
I always wondered why he had looked blurry, because thinking back, it looked like a reflection. I know that nobody could've walked past my bedroom window from the outside with me seeing him. Like I said, the window was about 8 foot off the ground.
I am 20 years old now, and I still remember these events clearly.
Recently, about 2 years ago when I was 18, my sister and I were talking about how when I was little I used to have so many stuffed animals.
My sister then asked me why I talked to them every night before bed. I told her I didn't and she told me that every single night that we lived in that house she heard whispering coming from my bed. Whispering that she couldn't make out the words, but she heard it clear enough to remember 10 years later.