As a child, I shared a room with my parents (my own bed). We had a single bulb in the ceiling with a string attached to the pull chain. One night I heard whistling and saw a tall figure of a man with silver eyes walk in and stood at the end of my parent's bed. He kept looking at me and swinging the light string causing the chain to clink against the bulb. I threw the covers over my head and so I don't know when he left or how. There was enough streetlight to see this. Fast forward to 55 years later and a co-worker brought up that she once saw a tall man with silver eyes when she was a child in her home at night. I'm old enough to be her grandma and she was from the county, me the city. I then told my story. Freaked her out even more.