When I was either 10 or 11 years old I woke up in the middle of the night one night because I felt cold. As I fumbled around trying to pull up my blankets, I noticed that they were neatly folded at the foot of the bed, I thought it was strange but didn’t think much of it. To the left of my bed and across my room was a huge mirror that freaked me out at night so I would sleep with my back towards it. After I unfolded the blankets for some reason I looked over towards the mirror (huge mistake!) and to my horror I saw a man right in front of it. He was dressed in a business suit , had on an old fashioned hat, was looking down with both of his hands on a cane. I freaked the heck out, pulled the blankets over my head, started to cry and pray. I then felt something carefully caressing my side, and then somehow I managed to fall asleep. The next morning I somehow didn’t feel as scared as I thought I would. Later on as time went by I came to realize that even though I didn’t see his front, from the back he looked like Charlie Chaplin. Obviously it wasn’t him but because of the way he was dressed it might have been someone who lived in that time. I never saw the man again and never really felt scared again. Although, one of my sisters old boyfriends used to love with us for a period of time and he always complained of a little girl he would see outside my moms bedroom door. Even then, I never really felt scared again.