I was twelve when I first saw a guy. I was walking out of the church and I glanced over to my mom's office. There was a guy standing there. He had dark hair and was wearing a white shirt, black pants. And a black top hat. When I looked again he was gone. I told my mom what I saw and she didn't know what to say. Now four years down the road, after I turned 16, I was in my bed room changing for bed time. My mom was in the living room watching tv. I looked over at the bathroom and there he was. This time I got more details. He's 6'00 / 6'3, short black hair, top hat, white shirt with ruffles, black pants, and black boots. I started screaming "because I was half naked", my mom came running in to see what happened. I told her I saw a guy in the bath room. She took me into the living room and she calmed me down. She said no one was in the house. Then she took me through the whole house to show me no one was there. We started talking about it. And my mom says he's probably a guardian angel.
There's this other guy. When I was in the kitchen, I grabbed the jug of water and set it on the counter. I reached for a glass and set it down by the jug. Then all of a suddenly, the lid flew off and hit the ceiling and landed next to the jug. It scared me, I felt like someone was watching me and I turned around. He has blonde hair, blue eyes. He's wearing a confederate uniform. And just standing there like I know him. I don't know why I did what I did next but it helped. I said: "I don't know who you are or why your here, you're welcome to stay, but please don't scare me any more..." He just said sorry and faded out.
He still shows up every now and then but he doesn't seem to mean any harm.