The Man in Blue

I was 19 and talking to my girlfriend on the phone and looking into the mirror in my mother's room at the same time. The air in the house changed in the same way it had the last two nights and I turned and saw a man with blue skin standing in the doorway looking at me. He wore a dark blue suit darker than his skin and the sleeves and legs were too short. His hands and feet were bare and his eyes were pale blue with no white or irises. He stood and looked at me. I put down the phone and looked at the door and the man was gone and the air in the house never changed again. I told the story for years and then for more years I didn't tell it.