I was four years old the first time I remember seeing the man standing outside my bedroom window. He seemed to be sitting on something outside so that he could comfortably watch my older brother, my male cousin, and me when night fell. He was wearing clothes that seemed way too out of date, even to my four year old knowledge, and a brown slightly tattered paperboy hat.
I screamed for my parents, who went rushing outside to search for the man who was lingering outside their kid's window with no luck. When they came back in our room, they tucked me in and told me I was just imagining things and to go back to sleep.
Every night for the next two years the man sat outside and watched us, but only at night and he never attempted to come in. After the initial shock wore off, I found his face comforting. I never attempted to contact him, mostly because I slept in the same room as my brother and cousin, until the night that we moved out of the house. I looked him square in the eye and waved, he looked very surprised but smiled and waved back.
The spirits in our new home weren't as nice. They liked to run up and down the halls making as much noise as possible, and give me mean looks all the time. So at six years old I started lying in bed every night praying to God that I couldn't see them anymore. As his personal joke he took away my ability to see them, but ever since I have been able to sense them and know what they are doing when they are in the room with me.