posted on Apr, 21 2014 @ 09:52 AM
Back in the mid eighties I went over to Hanover in Germany with my then wife (who was German) for a weekend.
We stayed in a flat with an old friend of hers in an old tenement building, we were basically camping on the floor in a small hallway between two
During the night I woke rather sharpish and immediately looked down to my feet (which as by the door), there stood a figure of a man, he glowed with
an iridescent blue, almost sky blue, I noticed his hair was cropped short (a number 2 cut) his clothes were made of a thick course material, crudely
cut and disheveled, like heavy duty work clothes.
He was looking down at me on the floor but then looked over to the opposite door and walked too it as if I was a fleeting distraction.
What made this situation stand out was in order to get to the door he had to get past me, so he did, buy walking through me.
The best I can describe the sensation is this, it was like ice cold effervescent bubbles going through me, then he was gone.
After a moment of taking in what had happened I though what do I do now after what had happened? I wasn't alarmed of scared, just a strange feeling
of being pleased with myself, So I turned over and went back to sleep.
I the morning I talked about this with the occupant, she had heard a few things from various people but not seen or heard anything herself, but she
did say that this part of the building had suffered bomb damage during the war and had subsequently been rebuilt.