Hi there, I am 21 and I believe strongly in my esp and/or psychic doings. I have always known when things are going to happen, or when someone will call, or when I have dreams that come true to name a couple. However I have one event I have not been able to shake out of my mind. It happened when I was about 8 years old I believe.
I used to always wake up in the middle of the night and run to my parents bedroom to sleep with them, I don't know why I was just always nervous to be by myself. Like every other night I woke up and wanted to head to my parents room however, this was "NOT" like any of the other nights. As I sat up to leave my bed, I felt a weight at the end of my bed so I looked at the foot of my bed and froze. There sitting at the end of my bed was an old man dressed in a gown. The best I could describe him is he looked like the sand man or a wizard, but with no hat. He sat on on the left hand side at the foot of my bed, right on the edge. He was tall, well his feet where on the ground so at eight years old that to me was tall. Only his head was turned to me and a tiny bit of his body. And even though I could see him clearly, he was see-through.
You could make out all the outlines of his body his face, his hands, his hair, his clothes everything. He was wearing a gown and even though he was see-through the gown glowed a bright blue. He had long bright white see-through hair and a long bright white beard. I remember the colors the most cause they where so vivid and bright. I could make out his face even though that too was see-through. He had a sturn look on his face, there was no smile, no smirk, no nothing just a sturn look. Not mad but sturn. I couldn't really make out his eyes they where too dark, all I could see was black. His hands where folded over his lap and he never moved a finger.
I could feel my heart stop as he stared at me, I stared back into those black eyes. I held my breath as though if I didn't breath, he wouldn't know I was there. It felt as though hours went by, but it was only a few moments I am sure. Finally I dropped my gaze and I slowly moved my blankets off of me. Slowly I got out of bed making sure I didn't look at him anymore. I felt like I had to move slowly, as if I was a lamb and he a lion waiting for me to move too fast so he could pounce on me. However he never moved. I slowly stood up and started to walk to my door which was only a few feet a head of me. I could see out of the corner of my eye his head follow me, his gaze never leaving me. As I hit my door I could feel him still there but I didn't care and I ran like hell across the hall to my parents room and jumped into bed with them.
Their door was right across from mine but you could only see the head of my bed from their room. I remember laying there watching my room door, waiting for him to come out of my room but he never did and I never seen him again. I never told my parents until I was well into my teens but I was lucky, my mom has ESP as well and had seen ghosts before so she believed me. I don't know if he was a ghost but often I wonder about my wizard as I call him and wonder if I will ever see him again, or what he might have wanted. I still get nervous when I remember that night. What do you think?