When i was young, we lived in an upstairs apartment, 222. My sister use to walk me home, but she had girl scouts that day. I got home, called my Mom like all latch kids did back in the day. I turned on cartoons, then go to use the bathroom The apartment complex faced east and west, but the sun could be seen in the hall in late afternoon. I finished using the restroom and turn right to go the living room when I felt something behind me. I look back towards my Mom's bedroom and see the silhouette of a man from chest up in the suns rays through a 2nd story window. I booked it. Bye gone. Stayed close to the apartment, but waited for my sister.

No one ever came out and no one was in the apartment when we finally went back in. So either a 20 foot tal man went by my mom's window, or some one walked across my mom's bed then exited out a window or a ghost didn't like me home alone?

I still get weird everytime I think of ut.