I think I was three or four years old. I know, a lot of people ask me how I could possibly remember that long ago, but I do. Anyway, I was at my grandmother's farmhouse. My mom and grandma were on the couch folding laundry and my grandpa was outside somewhere.
My toybox was on the landing at the top of the stairs. I was only allowd to be on the steps to get toys or put some away.
I remember always playing on those steps and always getting caught. It was like I couldn't help myself. This particular day, I remember crawling to the top of the stairs like a doggy, what I always did on the stairs, and when I stood up to walk back down them, right there, on the landing in front of my toybox was a man dressed in all black. ( I certainly didn't know this now, but this man was dressed like a preacher from long, long ago.)
He spoke to me, but never opened his mouth, not once. He asked me where my grandpa was. I told him out in the tool shed, I think. (At this point, I'm thinking this man must know my grandpa and I was getting ready to take him out to my grandpa's tool shed.) He simply told me that I had better go find him. I ran down the steps to tell my grandma and mom about grandpa's friend upstairs. They both jumped up and ran up the steps, checking everywhere for an intruder, but found nothing.
This, as far as I am aware, is the only time in my life that I have actually had contact with the other side besides dreaming.