To understand this experience properly I have to tell you how the top floor of my house was. We had a curved staircase and at the top we had a gallery landing. The first room you came to was the bathroom, then my parent's room, and then at the end of the landing was my bedroom.
So that's what it looked like. I was in bed one night and my bedroom door was wide open. If I put my head on the right side I could see all down the hallway. I fell asleep for about an hour but then the film finished what was on my TV so I just laid there.
I looked down the hallway and it was completely dark. I put another film on and settled back into bed, but out of the corner of my eye I could see this white thing coming down my hallway. I looked and it was an old man in a 1914's World War I military uniform.
He was nearly see through and was just off the floor by a couple of inches. I was more shocked and then the fear sunk in, I was just lying in bed watching this figure kind of float towards me, I was used to seeing men in army uniforms as my dad was and still is in the Army.
But this wasn't the same uniform, as I said it was something the soldiers wore in WWI. I just froze; being 6 I just cried and hid under my cover I crawled to the end of my bed and turned my TV on louder.
I got back to the other end and peeked out from under my duvet and he was still there but hadn't quite reached my room yet, after a few seconds he was about to step over the threshold to my room, but as he did he disappeared.
To this day I have never forgot exactly how he looked, none of my friends believed me but my mum did. And I've finally found some where I can share this story.
I am 15 now so this was nearly ten years ago and I remember every little detail of that night.
I have many more stories to share but it depends on the feedback I get back from this, please comment and thank you for reading.