The following written confession was shared via Reddit:
This incident occurred in '09 or '10 and at that time I was living in a small house in the oldest neighborhood in our town (all late 1800's/Turn-Of-The-Century type charm). Forgive the wordiness, but I feel it's necessary to include a little detail about my street for frame of reference. My house sat two houses from the corner and directly across the street from a small park. Right across the park from us sat my youngest son's best friend's house. It was a cute little place for a single mother with two boys and I never had any problems there, even though it was one of those neighborhoods where one block is cute as a button and the next can be a slum.
So I'd say it's about 10 o'clock on a weeknight. I'm just coming home with my sons in the backseat (roughly 12 and 7 at the time) and we're approaching the corner just ahead of my house. The intersection is a 4 way stop with the park to my left and my house two houses up on the right. As I pull up to the Stop sign we see a figure standing on the corner on the park side. He has his back to us and he appears to be an old man. He's hunched over so we can't see his head but he's frail and thin in body and wearing what look to be tan slacks pulled waaaaaay up (old man style) and a short sleeve white button down shirt tucked in. Now mind you, my headlights are shining on him and there is also a streetlight on the opposite corner, so we can see him clear as day. It's a solid figure and there is no mistaking it's a man. I'm sitting at the Stop sign and we're watching him for maybe two or three minutes and I don't want to move because he's just so damn unsettling. I don't want to go up to the house in case he follows us as I am defenseless so we just sit there at the intersection watching him.
It's not so much there is a man standing on the corner that's disturbing to me. It's the way he's moving. He's just sort of shuddering, but in a real herky-jerky sort of way. Sort of like when your cable or satellite starts to glitch and pixellate. I'm wondering if it's just me seeing this until my 12 yo whispers "What the hell?" and I look back and the boys are slack-jawed trying to figure this thing out. So then I think I'm just being stupid and it's probably just some poor old man that has dementia and wandered away and maybe he has Parkinson's tremors or something and as I am about to tell the boys I'm going to let them in the house and go back and see if he needs help, he turns around.
And here is where I do my best to describe to you what I saw because this shit is about as indescribable as it gets...it is, in fact, NOT an old man. He turns around quickly, faster than I can register, but still kind of in a stunted manner. I know that probably doesn't make much sense. He has a full head of reddish brown hair parted in the middle. He's thin and he is in fact wearing slacks pulled all the way up and a button down shirt, much like a stereotypical image of a nerd, minus the pocket protector. Like I said, he isn't old but I can't say how I know this because it's like his face isn't...finished. He looks right at us but with indiscernible eyes. I think the best way to describe it is, it's like if someone painted his face in watercolor and then smeared it down and at an angle, but I can still make out some expression of shock or surprise on that face. The boys and I all scream and jump back in our seats and then he spins back around again in that jerky stunted way and takes off in a sprint, faster than I have ever seen anyone move, away from us and as he's running he begins to sort of, I don't know, dematerialize? From the feet up he just sort of ceases to exist and then he's gone.
Like I said, we were looking at full and very solid form. And he just sort of blinked out. Can anyone tell me if they have any idea, what the f*** was that?