When I was around 12 I was standing in the living room in the Apt we were living in at the time. I was standing up kind of watching a show on TV waiting on my mom. We were fixing to go to the store and my younger brother had just walked out the door to go visit a friend. While I was standing there I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. Now I never heard the door open or anything but I had assumed that this was my brother coming back in the Apt. That maybe he had forgotten something.
When I looked over to say something I was looking down and the first thing I saw were shoes Moccasins like Native Americans use to where. As I continued to look up I could see the person was wearing a long brown coat. When I got to where I could see the man's face that is when I figured out that it wasn't a living person. The man did not have a face not a viable one anyway his hands were not viable either. I was frozen for a moment and then I ran back to my parent's room screaming for my mom the whole time. After that I would not sleep in my own room for a week.
That was just my first encounter there were more after that. I am 23 now and have lived in 3 places that I have had different encounters but I won't go in to all of those right now, well thank you for reading.