Ghostly encounters

I've always been intrigued with ghosts. As far as I know, everyone in the family has a ghost story or two...but I find my "man" story the best. So here it is.
Tyler was no more than 4 when this happened. It all started with clowns. I had decorated the boys room with clowns. Me and a friend of mine worked very hard in there painting and stencilling clowns all over the room. One day at the table, we were eating breakfast, Tyler insisted that I tell the clown to leave. I said..Tyler I can't tell the clowns to leave, but I can paint over them if you like. He said...no, that clown (as he pointed to the corner of the room)! I said..there is a clown in the corner? He said...yes, and I don't like him! I was a little taken aback by that, but the day continued as usual. One or two days after that, I was sitting in my chair and Tyler was coloring at the coffee table. He looked down the hall (from my position I couldn't see down the hall) and said...who's that man? I said..What man? The man down the hall, was his response. I jumped up and ran to his position and looked down the hall. I didn't see a man and told him so. He said...he's right there! So, I took his hand and asked him to show me. We walked down the hall and when we were about at the end Tyler said...oh, he went down the hole! I said...what hole?? He then pointed to a spot on the carpet next to my room. I was more than a little taken aback, I was terrified! Everyday after that Tyler would run around playing and laughing and I would ask him....what are you doing? He would always respond...playing with the man. I use to watch a little girl next door a couple days a week, and when she came over she played with the man as well. She was younger than Tyler, so couldn't talk as well but she would run around and laugh and play just like Tyler would. One day she was to lay down and take a nap on the couch and I was watching her. She would pop her head up as if someone called her name and she would look down the hall and laugh and wave. At times she would get up and start slowly walking to the end of the hall as if someone was coaxing her and I would always stop her and tell her to lay down. I wasn't really afraid of the man until one night in my bed I felt as if my body was rising off the bed. I remember getting out and going to the small bathroom in my room and saying. Leave me alone...you don't scare me! After that he never really bothered me, but would mess with some of my friends. My friends didn't come over much. Anyway, after this went on for a while I asked a really good friend of mine what I should do. She suggested the next time Tyler is playing with him to ask him who he is and why he is there. So, low and behold the very next day Tyler is in his room playing and running around and I go in there and ask him what he's doing. Again the response...playing with the man. I asked Tyler where he was and he said under his bed. I asked Tyler to ask the man why he was here. Tyler got on his knees and looked under his bed and asked the man the question. Tyler looked up at me and said...he was shot! I said...he was shot? Where was he shot? Tyler again looked under the bed and asked him and then looked up at me and said...in September! Now, I knew September was a word that Tyler hadn't ever said before or possibly even knew, so when he said that I grabbed him and the little girl and ran out and closed the door behind me. I knew right then and there that the man is real! Tyler was in my room the next day, I kind of kept him out of his room as much as possible, and was watching TV. All of a sudden he started screaming....the man, the man, he's on tv!! I ran to my room and looked at the tv, the cartoon he was watching had a man dressed in black wearing a hat and holding a cane. Tyler told me that was the man! Okay, now I know what he looks like now how do I get rid of him?? Well, needless to say, I didn't get rid of him and we ended up moving shortly after that. Occasionally, we would drive by our old house just to look at it. Every time we did, Tyler would say...that's where the man lives!