When I was little, about 3 or 4 I would see a man with no head and a small ball of light each night. I was always in bed when he would appear, wearing a tux and tails, holding a top hat in one hand and a straight cane in the other. He stayed in the hallway outside my room, doing a side step dance up and down the hallway in front of my bedroom door. In front of him a ball of white would sail smoothly along, low to the floor.
Generally I was big fraidy cat, but I wasn't afraid of these entities. I would sit up in my bed watching him do his dance with his companion ball of light. Sometimes I would try to communicate - I would say hello to them, ask what happened to his head, and ask if he liked to dance. I never got any response, they just kept going back and forth until I fell asleep.
One night I called to my mother that there's a man with no head in the hallway. She came tearing out with my grandmother. The adults dismissed it and told me that what I was seeing were the headlights from cars driving down our street. The way the house was set up, if a car came down the block, the headlights would shine through the front bedroom windows and could be seen moving across the wall in the hallway from my bedroom. I knew the difference between a car and man with no head dancing.
One night he didn't appear and I never saw him or the ball of light again. I have stood by the fact that I know what I saw for 37 years.
Recently, my adult son and I went camping and I recalled the story of the man with no head and his floating ball of light. My son looked me in the eyes and said, "Hey wait a minute, was it wearing a tuxedo?" He confirmed what I knew all along, it was real! My son said he only saw the man in the tux once, and the ball of light was where the head would be.
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