Note: This story came from Spain. I ran this text through an online translator (which you can read below). It is a rough translation but you can get the idea.
A few years ago we were on vacation in a village called Conil (Spain). One night that i slept with my mother, I woke up screaming scared, I asked him what was happening and she told me that he had seen a shadow of a man with a cape and wide-brimmed hat reclined on her, watching her. He said that he came to my attention that was as a kind of ring in the ear. Makes one or two days he returned to see something strange in our house, in Madrid. She told me that was your kid’s sleep with the door of his bedroom open because it was warm and on the 4 in the morning, in one of the walls of her room which is made of mirror, he saw a black shadow reflected, outside of its fourth in the hallway that came slowly up to the foot of his bed. He said that it appeared to be a manly and shadow as if it were faultlessly dressed. She thought that it could be my herman but when she put the light realized q my brother was been snoring in the next room and my father as well.
Hace unos años estuvimos de vacaciones en un pueblo llamado Conil (España). Una noche que dormía con mi madre, me despertó gritando asustada, le pregunte que le pasaba y me contó que había visto una sombra de hombre con capa y sombrero de ala ancha reclinado sobre ella, observandola. Dijo que le llamo la atención que llevaba como una especie de aro en la oreja. Hace uno o dos dias volvió a ver algo extraño en nuestra casa, en Madrid. Me contó que estaba dormiendo con la puerta de su cuarto abierta porque hacia calor y sobre las 4 de la madrugada, en una de las paredes de su cuarto que esta hecha de espejo, vió una sombra negra reflejada, fuera de su cuarto en el pasillo que entraba lentamente hasta los pies de su cama. Dijo que parecía una sombra varonil y como si estuviese trajeado. Ella pensaba que podia ser mi herman pero cuando puso la luz se dio cuenta q mi hermano estaba roncando en el cuarto de al lado y mi padre igual.
–Natalia Lopez Rodriguez