Throughout most of my life I have been constantly moving from place-to-place due to my dad's job. We moved into a small, decent house somewhere in Colorado. It was an old house that the people in the surrounding neighborhood said had a history. Apparently sometime in the 1960's a friendly man had lived there. He had died of an unfortunate heart attack at some point and the house had been empty for some time. I was five at the time, so this story made little impression on me.
In the house I vaguely remember always waking up sometime late at night to the sound of soft footfalls walking around the floor above my head (I slept in the basement) I'd always assume that it was mom or dad and I would fall back to sleep. One night I was awoken by the sound, but instead of going back to sleep I found I was incredibly thirsty. So I walked as quietly as a five-year-old could up the stairs, dreading mom or dad catching me out of bed. The stairs lead straight into the kitchen and the footsteps I would hear were in the hall that connected to the kitchen (it was in the left wall from the stairs.) I went over to the sink grabbed some water and quickly turned to leave. A man in a brown suit was standing behind me. I remember clearly that I wasn't afraid and I asked him who he was and why was he in my kitchen. The man laughed loudly and got down next to me, smiling like he had heard a funny joke. He patted my head and gave me a knowing wink. "It'll all work out." Is the only thing he said before simply vanishing.
The next day I told my parents about it, but they simply smiled and thought I was brilliant for making it all up. Somehow I knew I couldn't convince them, so I've stayed quiet about the whole story.
We moved out of the house when I was seven, and never again did I see the man, or hear the footsteps. It felt so surreal that sometimes I wonder if it was just my imagination. His cheerful words that he spoke to me that night don't really make sense to me... What will work out?
So what's your opinion? Do think it really happened or was I just an over-imaginative little kid?
Any thoughts on that and what he said would be greatly appreciated.