This morning at 8 a.m., August 20, 2012, I went in to say good morning to my dad, who is approaching 91 years of age. He asked me who was the white man that came into the room. I explained that no one entered the apartment, since my husband and son were still in bed.
He was insistant that a white man named "David" came into his room stating, "I did not know anyone was in here."
A few minutes later, my dad asked me about the clothing in the closet. I explained that the clothing belonged to him. At about 8:50 a.m., my husband, my son, the health aide, and I were all in the apartment when my father told me that just a moment ago David went down the hall.
After several conversations, my father said, "You know I am not crazy. Something isn't right!" My husband sat with my father, and dad shared the same information with. He asked us both how long had we lived here. We told him 20-plus years.
My father has never made up stuff. I believe he was visited by the spirit of a former tenant. We are in Springfield Gardens, New York.