This story happened in 1974, in my godfather's home. My godfather and godmother lived in a house in the town centre, with their two young children and the nanny. My godmother had a small shop right in front of the house which was attached to the house so if you were sitting outside on the veranda you could see who was entering or exiting the shop.
One day when my godmother was on her coffee break on the veranda she saw a tall man walk in her store, wearing a long coat and he also had a black hat on. She immediately called the nanny to go and see if the man needed any help. The nanny came downstairs only to find that there was nobody in the store. She searched and searched calling out "excuse me, hello, anybody in here, can I help you?" but there was no answer. She went out on the balcony to let my godmother know that there was nobody in there but my godmother couldn't believe her as she had not seen anybody come out of the shop. After that days passed and they forgot about the story.
In July 1974 a war broke out in Cyprus so my godmother who is British had to take the kids with her and go to England until the war was over. While she was gone, my godfather would sleep on the couch so that if anything would happen he could escape easier. One night he felt somebody shaking him while he was asleep. He woke up and saw a tall man with a long coat and a black hat standing there on top of him staring at him. My godfather, very calmly asked him if he wanted anything. The man just vanished.
About a couple of months later when my godmother had returned from the UK, she remembered the shop incident and decided to tell her husband. He smiled at her and said "you've seen him too? I wonder who he is, he doesn't seem harmful..." A few days passed and another discussion took place, this time with the nanny... During dinner, she politely asked my godmother if she had been going up to her room in the middle of night to look for something. My godmother was shocked. She denied ever going to the girl's bedroom. Aparently, she could hear somebody come up the stairs every night at about the same time open her door and start making noise in her bedroom, she just assumed it was a family member. My godmother and godfather just looked at eachother and smiled, they knew exactly who it was, but decided not to mention anything to the nanny in case she would be scared.
About six months later, they had to move because the house was to be demolished. So they found a new house and were soon out of there. The first night at their new house while they were saying goodnight to the kids and asking them about how they liked their new bedrooms their little boy Nick, turned to his parents and said "I miss my old room mummy, but at least here I'll be able to finally sleep, that tall man won't be here staring at me all night " and everybody smiled.
Nobody ever found our who the man was and nobody ever saw him again. That was my story. Thanks for reading.