I have some accounts of being haunted by what I think is the same thing. This is the first story.
I was ten years old and my friends (let's just call them Jake, Ethan and Freya) are not believers. Me and Ethan are ten and Jake and Freya, 11. I am the only believer there and ever since I was little I have been able to sense and talk to spirits. As of now I am a medium for my friends that are believers. Sometimes I do get small visions of the past but I am not going to pretend that they are very clear. Back to when I was ten. There is a small brook that runs next to the road that leads to our close. The place where our houses and the road are used to be Appletree Farm which was supposedly haunted. So was the brook.
We were very inquisitive for our age and loved to go down by the brook. There are two bridges that I will include in this story. The main stone bridge which you can get to by the road and the other is a private one that comes from the place the old farmer now lives. We walked single file from the stone bridge to the private one. It goes across the grass strip we are on so we had to climb up. Jake helped Ethan up and they both helped me then Freya up. We walked along the bridge and saw a ditch that ran along the back of the houses. We reasoned that it must lead somewhere other wise why else would there be a bridge from the farmers land?
Although we didn't see that it had been fenced off from the farmers land. We had reached about a metre into the ditch when I said that I didn't like it and wanted to go back because it was scary. The boys were annoyed about it and I scared easily so they all had a discussion and finally they decided to go back because Freya thought it was quite eerie. As we turned to go I suddenly saw a chalk white figure in a tail coat, top hat and a cane. All completely black. "Leave now." It said. He pointed to the bridge. He looked cold and calculating and had a sort of feel to him that screamed that something was no quite right. I blinked and he was not there. Next moment Freya had grabbed my hand and the boys were in front of her and we were running as fast as we could back home.
Before any of you can ask the man was not the farmer and the farmer had no visitors that day. It is not possible for any of us to have not remembered correctly and we did not imagine it.