About 10 years ago, when I was about 5, I lived in Anfield in Liverpool.
It was in the night between 9pm-10pm (I can't remember the exact time), I was looking out the window into my street lit up by yellow street lights. No one was there only a few cars parked up on the sides. Then I saw a man sitting on the side of the road, completely in white, playing a guitar, which was also all in white. However, I couldn't see the details of his face.
I saw his arm move slowly while he was strumming the guitar. I didn't know what to think at that time, since I was only 5. It seemed rather strange the way the man glowed, and it was so vivid, because he stood out like the moon with the night sky, and why did he glow so white if the street was only lit by yellow street lights...
Another strange thing was, I didn't hear any sound from the guitar he was playing, and the windows were open as far as I can remember. As I became more curious staring at the man, I turned to my mum to tell her to look at him but when she came to the window, and I turned back around to look again to point at where he was, he was gone.
That was all I could remember. I hope you enjoyed my experience, and thanks for reading.