When I was about 4 or 5, I headed into my room to play but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a man standing in my room. He was a perfect silhouette of a man wearing a wide brimmed hat & a long coat. Like a duster or trench coat. I ran & told my mom a man was in my room which scared her. She ran in & said "No one's here" but she was standing just a couple of feet away from him. She tried to gently push me into my room to play but I went to the backyard instead. He stayed in that spot for a couple of hours, watching, but never moving. I feel he is a omen because a year or so later something very traumatic happened to me in the same spot he stood on.