This story is a short one from my past. A personal encounter that has stuck with me throughout the years and I recently talked about during my last Christmas trip to see my family. It's amazing what comes up when we sit around and talk about the past, with my family, inevitably ghost stories always turn up!
I was around 10-11 when this happened in my childhood home. My bedroom was at the end of a hall and at the time, my bed was positioned in such a way where I could look down the length of the hall to the stairwell. From this vantage point on the right (from the bed) was my parent's room. The next door down was my brothers and only a few feet down was the stairs. The only rooms on the left were a spare (junk) room and the bathroom which was directly across from the stairs. I could see all this from my bed. It was just the 4 of us living in the house. There was a window at the end of the hall near the stairs that allowed some light into the hall at night.
Now my dad never got up during the night at all, when he went to bed, he didn't emerge from the bedroom until he got up for the day. My mom on the other hand got up to use the bathroom several times at night, but her routine was always the same. She would leave the door to the bedroom open while she was up and they always had a fan running at night, and you could hear it well when the door was open, and not so much when it was closed. My brother didn't have a door at the time as such, but a curtain strung across his door to close his room off. I always left my door open at night.
Now that I've described the set up, this event happened in December. One winter night, I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Everyone was in bed. I glanced down the hall towards my brother's room and saw something strange. There were a few shadows in the hall but there seemed to be cluster near my brother's door. There was light from the window, reflected from the snow and streetlights. I had been to bed for some time and though I hadn't yet fallen asleep, my eyes were adjusted to the dark.
As I stared, the shadows seemed to resolve into a figure standing at my brother's door. I don't know if they became a figure or as I stared I just realized a figure was there. Either way as I continued watching, it looked like a man, looking into my brother's room. 'He' seemed to have a hand on either side of the door post to support himself as he leaned his head into the doorway, apparently watching my brother. 'He' was looking past the curtain.
I couldn't believe I was seeing this. My parent's door was closed, I didn't hear the fan, so they weren't up and this figure seemed taller than anyone in my family anyways. I knew my brother was asleep in his room and besides this man or whatever was much bigger than my younger brother anyways.
I don't know if 'he' realized I was watching him or not. I had difficulty accepting what was happening, yet at the same time, felt no fear. I didn't try to hide, I just observed 'him', fascinated. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but the figure straightened up and pulled his head out of the curtain/doorway. 'He' then sidestepped to the stairs, staying close to the wall. It was only a few feet but the stairwell was engulfed in shadow, so 'he' seemed to either dissolve or melt into the shadows and I could no longer see 'him'. The hall seemed to be empty again and as I started trying to sort out what happened, the top stair creaked. For anyone who lives in a home with steps that creak, after awhile, you can tell, which step it is from the sound and whether it's just the house settling or someone putting their weight on it! That's the moment it became all too real for me!
I know I said something the next morning to my mom about it. She simply told me it was probably Santa Claus checking on us to be sure we were being good, since Christmas was right around the corner. I'm pretty sure what I saw wasn't good ole Saint Nick!
I've puzzled about it over the years. I know at times being alone and downstairs, I've heard noises that sounded like someone was upstairs, but that could've been my imagination. My mom mentioned to me when I was older, that the stairs sometimes gave her the creeps, and at times when she used to the bathroom, she felt as if she was being watched (since it was right across from the stairs). The house has been almost completely renovated over the years and those feelings are long since gone.
As a footnote, when I stay with my parent's now, I sleep in my brother's old room (which now has a door) and have never felt even slightly uncomfortable in there.
The only conclusion I've come to is that it was a relative who passed or perhaps a guide or angel that was checking up on my brother. It wasn't scary, just puzzling. I don't believe from their behavior they expected to be spotted and appeared to try and be inconspicuous.
Either way I thought I would share!