logical

few years ago when i was a painter me and my old man were working on a large country house in cheshire, we were working late nights to get the job finished. the room my dad was painting was a large library with large patio style windows. just before midnight he let out a scream (i was painting the staircase at the time), i went leeging it down the stairs and he is stood looking pretty scared stiff staring directly at the patio windows. i rush to his side to see what the problem is and i clock a guy witha kind white aura around him stood just on the other side of the window.bear in mind this is in the middle of the cheshire countryside, no one around for miles. as i reach my old fella another guy dressed head to toe in white appears at the side of the other one. im ready for legging it out of the buildnig and as we turn to flee the white guys start moving in exactly the same way as we do-----the "ghosts" were our reflections in the patio windows !!!!! (painters= head to toe in white overalls!!)