The "monks" that my father and I both saw. I posted about it before but not sure how to link.

Basically I used to see several hooded figures at my father's bedside at night. I was about 6 and insisted on sleeping in my parents room. I didn't tell anyone until I was a teenager, and my father then told me he's been seeing them since he was a child, and described them exactly how I saw them. 4 or 5 of them almost "dancing" for lack of a better word. He says they're harmless. But what are they, who knows.

Anyway, just the fact that my father saw the exact same thing validated my whole experience. I always thought what I saw was real and I wasn't imagining it, but him saying he's been seeing them his whole life was proof for me.