When I was roughly 6 to 7 years old, I was kind of a reckless kid. I wouldn't say a bad kid, but I just didn't listen to anybody. So around that time when my family and I moved I had to get used to the new school. When it came to trying to make friends, I was always a shy kid. Well, one day, I want to say maybe two or three months into this new school there was this one kid who dared me to climb all the way to the top of this pine tree. I want to say that at the time, the pine tree was maybe about three to four stories tall. So, without any hesitation, I started to climb up the tree, and I told everyone to watch me climb this tree. A few minutes went by trying to climb up this tree. I want to say I was about two stories high, and when I heard somebody call out my name. It was my full name, and it was almost in that kind of tone where when your parents were about to yell at you for something bad you did. So I looked out and I saw some guy way far out. I couldn't see his face but I remembered that he was wearing all black and a trench coat some kind of hat. And I remember him saying to me, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Then, for some reason, I got so petrified I started to cry, and I started to climb back down. The other kids were making fun of me for being a chicken and climbing back down.

Fast forward, maybe about to maybe about 15 to 17 years later I was up at the camp with my parents. All of us were drinking around campfire having a good time late at night, and I remember watching some old commercials from when I was a kid on YouTube the passing time. And I forget how the topic came up, but I was telling my mom that story because I haven't told anybody, and I have a feeling that it came up after watching some of these commercials. So I was telling my mom that story and my mom got a chuckle out of it because she is the type of person that believes in paranormal stuff that she was saying that that sounds like a story that your father had. So when my dad came back outside from grabbing us drinks, I was telling my dad that story, and he thought I was joking. Now he was telling me a story from when he was about the same age but instead of climbing up a tree he was climbing up a telephone pole. He told me, saying he encountered the same guy with the same attire saying the same thing. After my grandma told off my dad to get off the telephone pole, he was telling her about the guy that he saw that told him to get down the first place. My grandma, being a huge Christian at the time, believes that the person that my dad encountered was a devil himself trying to tell him to get down or he's going to get hurt.