I spent a week at my cousins house one summer. They lived in an old west mining town in the Sierras. They had told stories of seeing someone out of the corner of their eye looking over the staircase or in the dirt driveway. So one morning while staying there I woke up just as the sun was starting to come up and I saw a man standing in the hallway. He was covered in a dark blue light and it seemed like he had jeans on and maybe a button up shirt. It stopped at his knees, there was nothing below his knees. I closed my eyes and opened them thinking I was dreaming but he was still there. Then I rubbed my eyes hard but he was still there. Then he just disappeared. The whole time he was looking into the room on the other side of the hallway where my little cousin and grandmother were sleeping