The face in the window
I was 18 and spending the weekend with my sister Veronica and her husband Don at their home. One night as I was ironing a blouse in the kitchen as they watched TV in the living room, I saw the face of a scowling, wild-looking man staring at me from a shadeless window about 10 feet away.
I froze, not knowing whether to yell for Veronica and Don to call the police, or to inch my way out of the kitchen and call the police myself. I decided to call the police myself and began to slowly move toward the living room and the telephone. The face moved with me. Whenever I stopped, it stopped.
I suddenly realized that the face in the window looked familiar. Then I realized why. I looked down, and sure enough, I was wearing my Beethoven sweatshirt.
At the time, I didn't think it was funny, but now I kind of do. 
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a Steve Bannon sweatshirt. You'd surely have fainted!
When I was a little girl I still vividly remember all of the family in the living room of our small house which adjoined the front door. I looked up at that horizontal window at the top of the door and could swear to this day I saw a man's scowling face. It was vivid. I was so little, though, I don't think my parents believed me and no one ever knocked on the door and the rest of the evening was apparently uneventful.
Memories from childhood are often "created" or mistaken and I assume that was the case. But, when asked if I've ever had a truly frightening or "possibly paranormal" experience, I think of that. 
