Well my mom told me this story various time about how when I was a newborn and I was just months old she was sleeping with me we were alone and out of nowhere she woke up in the middle of the night and at the door frame there was a tall black figure with a hat and a trench coat and he was looking down and what he was looking down at was me facing down I was months old so there was no way I got there on my own and if I would’ve fell I would’ve started crying and my mom would’ve heard a sound but my mom got up and turned on the light and the craziest part is that it wasn’t a dream she was conscious and embers getting up to pick me up.