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doing. It was at night-time and the lot was well lit with overhead lights.
     
     
It looked like the man was wearing a sort of trench coat and he was walking around. My son and I watched him for a few minutes, thinking more that he was acting suspiciously rather than anything else. The next thing that happened was, we saw a huge pair of wings flap out from behind him!
     
     
He took two or three giant steps and went straight up into the air and was gone ... or so we thought.
     
     
We were pretty scared at that point and went into the house.
     
     
Neither one of us spoke; we were too stunned. Then, we heard gravel crunching noises in the driveway. My son opened the living room window and looked out between the bushes and then called out "Mom, look!" I looked; again I saw that "trenchcoat" moving past the bushes. Then, we heard what sounded like running and watched "him" again fly up into the air, over the bushes.
     
     
We slammed the window shut and never saw him again. It was terrifying!
     
     
You, Me and Baby Makes Three
     
After I had my baby and had returned home from hospital after what was a very traumatic pregnancy and birth, I was asleep with our baby in the bed between me and my husband. I suddenly woke up and was aware of something at the end of the bed. I'd describe it as a long sheath of light or mist. I sat up and watched as it drifted off to the side of the room, and then vanished. I did not feel afraid. I felt more like it was someone watching over us, and it was actually a very peaceful and comforting experience. What it was, I have no idea!
     
     
They Come In Big and Small Sizes
     
In my previous residence, both my husband and my sisters-in-law (2 of them) would regularly see both large and small dark figures walking throughout the house. These figures would also follow them and taunt them too. Once, one of these entities touched me and it felt cold, and it was so eerie.
     
     
A Visitor from Victorian Times
     
I was in our family home, upstairs in the bedroom looking at various books when all of a sudden, out the corner of my eye I saw a Victorian man dressed all in black, as if dressed for a funeral.
     
     
One Last Tune
     
My father had cancer and he passed away in 2002. He died at about 8:00 pm in the hospital. He had been sick for a very long time. After he passed, and I had come home from the hospital exhausted and in need of rest, I went to bed. My father was a musician and his instruments were under my bed.
     
     
Throughout that night as I lay in bed I heard sounds coming from his guitar. It wasn't a tune, more like random notes, as if he were tuning it.
     
     
I Was Speechless
     
I was working on the third floor of an office building in the city centre about 30 miles from where I lived.
     
     
On several occasions, I would look out across the street from a tiny backroom window where I used to keep press cuttings into the three windows of a room on the same level in the building opposite. I would see a large lady dressed in a black cardigan and a dress, with bleached blonde, curly hair. She would always be pressing clothes with a steam machine (the kind where an overhead lid was brought down onto the clothes on the ironing board surface). She always had her back to me and I could see the walls to the room she was in lined with racks full of pressed clothes hanging in clear polythene bags.
     
     
I assumed she was working in a dry-cleaning or bridal hire company.
     
     
In the six months that I worked in that office, and visited that tiny backroom I would look across the street and see that lady busy with her pressing on dozens of occasions.
     
     
One day, while discussing Tuxedo hire with a work colleague who was attending a dinner, I suggested he try this place opposite where we worked, before looking elsewhere. He looked puzzled.
     
     
I took him to my office window to show him where I meant, and I almost fell over with shock. It was impossible to see through the windows