I remember I used to live in a house built in the 40's. My room was across from my parents' room. The hallway between us lead from a shallow closet to the rest of the house.
Late at night both our doors we open and I had trouble going to sleep. Looking out of the door I saw a tall white bald man with a white tee-shirt walking from the closet to the rest of the house. I was so tired that I thought it was the only other person in the house, my short Salvadorian mom (dad worked nights).
In the morning Mom was making breakfast whith nothing indicating a break in. "Jewado did you get up last night?" "No I thought it was you" "Was he white?" "yah, tall?" "yah, bald?" "yah, with a white shirt? " she just nodded her head.
Years later when we were moving to a new house, my cousins were looking in the attic. They found a couple of old board games, a FOOP emblem and a newspaper. It was a story about a local cop who help save people out of a burning car, the picture of the cop was the same man I saw years earlier.