Around 97 98 when I was a young fella living in a share house, I was crashing in my lounge room. When I woke right up from the lounge and sat up.my attention was directed at two old school frosted sliding glass doors separating the lounge and the kitchen. They were separated about 2 inches apart with a pretty bright light beaming through. By then I'm thinking OK this is a bit odd because the way the light was coming in made no sense . cause the kitchen light had been smashed ages ago.i gets up and open the doors still trying to make sense of where the he'll it was coming from.i left the kitchen towards the hallway and stopped dead in my tracks.at the end of the hallway there was 2 illuminated figures staring right at me. I didn't know what to think there was no words exchanged, just had a weird feeling over me like they were saying this has nothing to do with you go back to bed.i should of been sitting myself by then but was overly calm.i walked back to the lounge and crashed instantly. Woke up the next morning and just dismissed it as a weird dream.
I left the house a few months after my flatmate stayed., one night in my new house I was awoken in the middle of the night by my old flatmate bashing at the door he was white as fukk, shaking and crying, asking me can he crash at my new pad he can't stay at the old one. I asked him what happened he would not tell me .even to this day if I bring it up he won't comment on it. I never told him about what happened the night I was there until the night he came over in tears.
I still got no idea what really happened