Ever since I was little I believed in the paranormal. Once in a while, I have an encounter, my house isn’t new, about 50 years to be exact and I’ve lived here almost my entire life and to our knowledge, no one has died here. I think one of the occurrences I kept on having when I was little was waking up in the middle of the night and running into my mom's room and eventually going to sleep in her bed. I’ve never had paralysis and I could move every time, but when I looked out her doorway, on the frame would be a tall thin figure. when I looked away and back it would get closer and then retreat. I’ve tried to debunk this in the daytime and it wasn’t there. I thought maybe it was the darkness, but I don’t know, it looked too human-like.