Impatience is not a virtue Scargy.
This happened donkeys years ago - early 90’s, such a long time, but this is how I remember it
I once dated a girl in which I had to walk past her Grandmother’s house on my way home from work.
Once a week, her Grandmother employed the services of a mobile hairdresser, and walking home one evening I could see this hairdresser peering through the frosted glass of her front door, looking a little worried. I walked over and asked if anything was wrong, and he told me that he had turned up at the allotted time and had rang the doorbell a few times, but with no response - he found this to be a little unusual, so looked through the glass to see if he could see anything.
As he did so he said he saw the blurry image of a large man, walk down the stairs, and then walk up the hallway before disappearing into the kitchen.
I asked him to step aside so I could look, I placed my face up against the glass and although distorted, saw what I can only describe as a man wearing an old fashioned white vest (I could see the pinkish flesh of the arms, shoulders and neck, but the white of the torso) walk towards the front door but then veer off to his left and enter what would have been the living room.
I told the hairdresser of this and he confirmed that was exactly the image he had seen. We then discussed whether we should call the police, and as we were doing so the grandmother appeared – she had forgotten about the hairdressing appointment and had popped into a neighbour’s house for a cup of tea.
Using her key we opened the door and the hairdresser and I made a thorough search of the house and found nothing.
A few months after this my ex and I took the Grandmother grocery shopping one Saturday morning, and while standing outside her front door with bags of shopping waiting for the Nan to find the key in her handbag, I spotted movement from within. I looked through the glass and pretty much saw what I seen a few months previously, but this time the figure was walking away from the front door in the direction of the kitchen.
I have no idea what on earth it could have been – some weird reflection from perhaps a car going past at either the front or the rear of the property….?...Really don’t know.
The nan had a neighbour that claimed to be a medium, so I mentioned what was seen to her, and she looked surprised, as she said she had never felt anything in that house, despite being the Nans neighbour for 40 plus years.