It was a quiet summer night, and I had trouble going to sleep for some reason. I felt somewhat anxious, like I had some unfinished business. My house is basically a one-story house, except for my bedroom, bathroom, and closet upstairs. I had laid down in my bed about 11:00 p.m. and the last I had looked at the clock before I went to sleep was 1:30 a.m.. I was awoke in the night from my loud, squeaking bedroom door (it is loud enough to wake anybody), and I focused my eyes on the door. My room was pitch black, but outside my door was kind of light, I guess from the moon. I saw this black silouette of a tall, slender man. I was tired, so I just thought it was my father checking up on me. I shut my eyes and heard the door shut. Then, the sound of footsteps could be heard in my bedroom. I began to get scared. Next, my bathroom door opened, and I could hear the figure walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I opened my eyes, but it was just way too dark to see. I waited for about ten minutes with my eyes and ears alert, but no other disturbances. By now, I was really freaked out, and I ran down the stairs to my brothers bedroom, for he had an extra bed, and I laid down. I had my face sideways on the pillow when I felt air blowing on my face in short bursts. I looked up and saw that his ceiling fan was not on, so I pulled the covers over my head and went to sleep.
The next morning, I was telling my parents of the incident that happened last night. My father told me that he did not even walk up my stairs the night before. I then realized that the figure I saw was not like my father (who is short and stubby), but it strikingly resembled my great uncle that had died about two weeks before. It had to have been my great uncle, because that is the only thing that could possibly explain what happened.