From Redditor u/dmeyer234:
After my father passed away, I went to live with my friend and his mom for a little while. Things with my mom were very strained and I didn’t want to stay at my friends house initially. But they didn’t want me alone during that time. Staying at anyone's house always made me feel uneasy for some reason.
My first night there, early in the morning, I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door opening and a gentleman wearing a red flannel and bib denim overalls came into my room holding a bag of tools. He turned the light on, looked at me and walked through another door way to the utility room. Soon after, I fell asleep again. But when I woke up this time, room was dark. Everything was the same when I went to sleep the night previously.
Figuring I imagined the whole thing, I went upstairs for coffee and asked my friend's mom if the guy with the overalls is still here. With a weird look, she informed me that it’s been her and I in the house all night. At this point, I’m VERY confused. So I explain detail in detail about what the man looked like. Height, weight, clothes, facial hair. Everything.
She turns pale white and bolts to her room and retrieves a photo. When she shows me the photo, It’s the man I saw in the basement that morning. Even wearing the same clothes. She tells me that he passed away 30 years ago. It was her grandpa who owned the property previously. He had killed himself to save the farm when he invested his money into horses instead of machines and his investment flopped.