White thing

So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

Im also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season. I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time.

However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit. We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of.

It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back. Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards.

Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field. It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel.

It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly.

But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches. The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good. I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point.

Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”. After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler.

It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself. I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left.

As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek. Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7.

I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible.

And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED. It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house.

I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne. This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area.

First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run. I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name wh So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

I’m also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season.

I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time. However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit.

We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of. It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back.

Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards. Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field.

It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel. It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly. But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches.

The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good.

I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point. Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”.

After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler. It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself.

I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left. As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek.

Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7. I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible. And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED.

It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house. I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne.

This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area. First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run.

I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name when i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I am ok with that. But that thing better believe that if either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.

Then i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I ok with that. But that thing better believe inflation either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.

The Water’s Shadow

I haven’t posted this story anywhere so far. I haven’t really thought to. But it seems right to post here.

I live on Long Island. I’m surrounded by ocean, so I know my marine animals. I have seen ducks, geese, swans, plovers, and gulls. I know the local fish species, and I’ve seen seals and sea lions. But this was… something different.

A chilly day last spring, my sister, Sophie and our younger neighbor, Henry, went down the street from our house. We live on the corner of two streets, and down that street was a small portion of beach. Our little spot was a cute place to be in the summer, but the cold spring fog made the place a little more eerie. But I was used to eerie.

As all three of us headed down the sloping road, the sand in sight and the pathway clear, we started to think of how many rocks we could find that day. It was a hobby of mine, and the kiddies had just wanted to be cool like their teenage role model. The sand dusted our shoes, and we knew we had to start our awkward trek down the rocky terrain to get to the beach. A harshly snappy wind hit us all at around that time. With your head down, looking intently at green and brown and blue rocks that could break under your feet at any time, you don’t notice much.

I was only alerted to a movement in the water by Henry. A small, black mass was splashing in the water only feet away from the shoreline, but it disappeared pretty fast.  My first thought was, ‘its only a duck,’ and I brushed off Henry’s questions. Ducks dove underwater to eat. It’s no big deal.

Until we saw it again. A sharp, black figure. It looked almost like a seal bashed its head in on a rock, but the noise it made sounded nothing like the seals I knew. The noise was like bubbles, but bubbles blown in a whistle. High pitched, short, and rhythmic.

We weren’t sticking around to hear it any further. All three of us went bolting up the rocks, and we didn’t stop until about halfway up the sloped street again. And the only reason we stopped was because the noise was deafening. I moved instinctively to grab Sophie, only to frantically grip nothing. I was instantly turned on my heels, head whipping around way too fast.

My little sister was still on the rocks. Her head was pin straight at the water, the creature we saw floating out about 1000 feet away. The noise continued still, quieter now. Both Henry and I reached out to grab Sophie, dragging her off the rocks. But she wouldn’t budge.

“I have to go. See you later. I love you.”

Sophie took ten steps towards the water, and my sister instinct said to shove her as hard as possible. She woke up, in a way, startled by the sudden movement. I was almost too scared to let her know what was going on. So we all just booked it home.

As moms are, my mother was skeptical. But the genuine fear and adrenaline running through our veins prompted her to get blankets nonetheless. We were bundled up, Henry went home, and I spent the day calming down, trying to draw exactly what that creature was.

Creature shot by my grandfather

Hello, first of all I’m sorry In advance for any spelling errors and gramer and punctuation marks, and over all mistakes. I really hope I can one day hear this story on your channel, not to seek attention or anything of that sort with that said thank you and feel free to do what you want with this story you can cut or delete any line add or take away phrases. you have my full authority And consent to do as you wish, this story will have 2 points of view mine writeing it and my my grandfather telling it again thank you and like always darkness prevails.

Ok The reason behind this story is to share what my grandfather Refugio Vera encountered and fought, In the mountain’s of Guanajuato Mexico. Because I feel a duty in me now that he has passed away to tell all of you what my old man told all of his kids and grand kids. He wasn’t a drunk or a crazy man I’ll from the mind, but in the contrary a respected hardworking well known man that worked from Sun rise to sun down. That is why when he told my family his friends and me what he saw, nobody had a single sense of doubt that he was liying in any way or making stuff up. He and my grandmother lived in the mountains of guanajuato by themselves, they were very poor Because they lived only of the land and animals they had and animals he hunted for food and fruit and vegetables grown by them around the house hold.

A brief description of my grandfather was a 6.2″ feet tall man that didn’t weight much but still intimidateing always had a cowboy hat on, always on his horse with a machete by his side a 30.30 rifle and a 45. Caliber handgun tucked on his waist and always his German shepherd named comandante wich means commander along side him, a very loyal and brave dog with scars that he got from fending off coyote and other animals. You need dogs like this and guns when you live in the middle of no where, with packs of wild hungry coyotes, mountain lions, Bob cats and other wild life. And a description of my grandfather’s ranch was, a lonely house up in the mountains miles and hours from the nearest road to civilization and other towns. He only had one neightbor named Antonio Bonilla who lived 5 miles down the mountain from him, besides that they were alone. Now on to the encounter, these are the word of my grandfather shared by me to you. It must have been someday between the week Wednesday or Thursday. Everything was normal that day nothing out of the ordinary. As he was puting away the cows and horses to the home made stable that consisted of just a plain square made out wood and rocks with a long dead log across for a door they always were tide up in a pasture were they ate all day long. It was dark out by the time he was done with all his normal chores. As he was getting ready for bed he heard his dog and two others he had starting to bark and growl. He didn’t care much he said at the time he tought they were just barking at coyotes. It wasn’t till later that night that my Grandmother woke him up and told him that the horse was going nuts and the dogs were fighting with something at the time they thought a mountain lion, but all of the suden they stoped making noise, Not a single bark or growl, My grandfather listem for a little bit thinking the dogs fended of what ever tryed to have an easy meal and out of nowhere the horse started making awful noises like he was getting killed and He knew it. With out any second tought my grandfather jumped out of bed and grabed his 45 Caliber handgun and went outside. It was getting light must have been almost 4 close to morning he said. He walked around the house to the stable, and He said he froze in fear and terror when he saw what was trying to kill his horse. All that came to him was just fear and disbelief from what he was witnessing. When all of the sudden the horse started to cry again if that makes any sense and it brought my grandfather back to reality, without warning he fired and hit it, it must have been 15 yards away he aimed again for the body hitting it at least 3 times he fired all 8 bullets the other 5 he shot randomly as the creature ran. He said As soon as he hit it the first time,he saw it release the horse’s neck by opening its mouth and the claws came of the horses shoulders. As best as I can discrive it he said, it was bigger than a dog, way bigger, easy 4 feet tall in all four, thin but yet you could see it was so powerful the way it fought the horse it controlled it with ease, and the head was big almost like the horse head, with a long mouth not a lot of teeth but the few that it had were long and big not thin but like a cone he said. The back legs where bigger than the front ones but the front ones had longer claws. It looked light grey under the moon. It made a wierd noise my grandfather says he can’t describe almost like a cry with a painful howl like when a dog is being chocked by the throat, as it darted thru the trees stumbling and braking branches, he never heard it cross the stream that ran along side the house, the only explanation he could give was that the thing cleared over the 35 something foot wide stream without splashing or touching the water. He tought that the thing had killed his dogs when he turned to go inside all shaken up from what just had happen the dogs came out of the pig den, they had been hiding like if they knew they couldn’t win that fight, like them knowing not fighting was the only way they could survive. My grandfather said one of the dogs had been severely hurt in the back leg with flesh hanging down it’s side and bottom of his stomach. he went and got my grandmother and told her to help him out with the dogs, that they were hurt. The next morning only 2 dogs remained the one with the gashes on him didn’t make it, as well as his horse that died 2 days later. He went in that night thinking it was the devil he had encountered, but realized he was wrong , he told me if I had shot the devil he wouldn’t of a ran he wouldn’t of a cried out in pain that was something else that night he said, something I never imagined I would see or existed. I don’t blame the dogs for hiding ether they were more brave than me he said fighting it physically, they bare the scars of that night and i only have the memory of what i saw and shot, I’m lucky I scared it off and not pissed it off to come charging toward me. I wish I had grabed my 3030 instead that night, and aimed for that big head he smurked, but things happen for a reason mijo, he told me. Maybe one day I’ll see it again this time I will aim for the head and not with a handgun not a chance. He and his neighbor searched for 4 days trying to track it down or find it dead somewhere but they always came out empty handed. Only thing they saw was a dead deer that was killed recently, he said the horses were acting strange and they felt they were being wached, He wasn’t a liar and he wasnt crazy I might not have seen it or will see it but I bealive in my grandfather and everything he said. When I looked in his eyes as he told me all of this, I saw concern and fear in him. As well as the other two dogs that still had the scars to prove something crazy and supernatural happen that’s night, and my grandmother to back him up as well. One day his neighbor told him he had heard somebody talking about a man who claims he encountered something similar. It goes that, he was on horse back making his way into town when his dog stoped and his tail was up like he was on alert or on guard. He continued for a few minutes when all of the sudden he spoted something running towards him from behind, he immediately wacked the horse on the side and booked it at fill speed down the mountain side. He said he got light headed and passed out on the way at some point do to fear. He wasn’t embarrassed to say he went number 2 from what he saw. His dig never turned out. I have no clue what my grandfather shot and that man saw but I know there’s something on those lonely mountains were people don’t tend to go. I’ll leave it up to you to tell me what you think it was. Thank you for reading it.

Won’t be visiting Aunt Jane

This experience happened around 10 years ago when I was about 9 years old.

My parents had been fighting, and they were in the process of getting a divorce. They didn’t want me to have to be in that kind of environment, so they decided that I should stay with my aunt, who we’ll call Jane, for the summer. At that point, I had only met my Aunt Jane twice. I was a shy little girl, so I was really scared to have to leave my home behind for those few months. My mom convinced me by telling me all about the woods Aunt Jane lived in. Her house was isolated, and woods surrounded it for miles. I had always lived in the city, and I was dying to experience the outdoors. I quickly forgot about all my previous fears, and was now couldn’t wait to visit.

I started packing a week before I even left, and I couldn’t wait until the day I would leave.

Sometime in late June, Aunt Jane came to pick me up. Aunt Jane is a very petite woman. Probably about 5″1 and 120 lbs. Short black curly hair, and wearing at least 4 inch heels. She was younger than my mother, probably in her early 20s. She was amazing and easy to talk to. Funny, friendly, the whole package. It was a great change from the constant arguing of my parents. Aunt Jane lived about 400 miles away from my home and in another state, so it was a two day trip to her house. We stayed in a hotel after driving the entire day, and all was well. The next day, we finally arrived. What I heard about the place was true, In all directions, there were only trees and hills.

It was amazing.

The sound of nature was absolutely beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to play outside. By this point, though, it was dark out, and Aunt Jane told me not to play outside until tomorrow. I was disappointed, but I soon got over it when we walked into her house. It was huge. I was used to our small one story, one bed two bath house and wasn’t expecting Aunt Jane’s 2 story 4 bed 3 bath house. She showed me to the room I’d be staying in and introduced me to my uncle, who we’ll call Dillon.

He was a giant compared to me aunt, standing at 6″0 and weighing 192 lbs. He was friendly and young as well, and we got along great. The room I was staying in had a small twin bed with a pink and yellow striped blanket and stuffed animals for me to play with on one of the shelves. I was so happy. I fell asleep easily that night. When morning came, my aunt suggested that we go shopping. We stayed out all day until dark, so I couldn’t play outside.

This kind of thing went on for the next few weeks, Aunt Jane either finding things for us to do inside or us leaving the house until dark, so I never got a chance to explore the property. One night, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to sneak out to play outside after everyone went to sleep. Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon both slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and the one I was in was staying in was downstairs. I waited until about 2:00 AM, then I snuck out the front door with a flashlight and began walking around the property, though, something about it felt different.

I could hear sounds of nature from the bedroom window, frogs and crickets, and could feel a light breeze whenever it was open, but now that I was outside, everything seemed still. No sounds, no wind, no nothing.

I continued walking, until I felt something grab the back of my leg and pull me to the ground. When I turned around, I saw something that still gives me chills writing about today. It was tall and inhumanly thin. It was completely pale white, and had the eyes of a human and the teeth of a dog. It was at least 7 feet tall and easily towered over me. It had no fur, no hair, no eyebrows, just completely naked. It’s genitals were covered by a brown skirt type of thing, seemingly made of tape and twine. I locked eyes with it, and it let out an almost human scream.

It was the most painful sound I’ve ever heard, and it still gives me nightmares to this day.

Immediately, I turned around and booked it to the house and ran inside. I locked every door and shut every window and ran up to Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon’s room, woke them up and told them everything. They didn’t do much else besides tuck me into bed and tell me everything would be alright, but it didn’t help. For the next few nights, I would hear things scraping at my window, intentional sounding knocks, or that same scream from the woods.

The room I was staying in had no curtains or blinds, so every time I heard something I would look to my window and see nothing.

A week of this goes by, and I hear the scream again. This time, though, it’s right at my window. I look to see that same creature looking directly at me, smiling wider than I thought possible. It began to knock loud and hard on the window, and I grabbed a pillow and blanket and ran to the bathroom.

I locked the door, too scared to even run to my Aunts room.

There were no windows in this particular bathroom, and it was the smallest one in the house. I threw my pillow and blanket into the tub and began to cry, I didn’t get any sleep and came out of the room the minute I heard Aunt Jane’s voice that morning. I told her everything, and she believed me. She told me that’s why she didn’t want me out there, that there are some things in this world you can’t explain, and shouldn’t try to. I just wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn’t. My aunt ended up moving me to a different guest room upstairs, and I felt safer.

This room had drapes, and was also higher off the ground, out of reach of that thing.

The next month went normal, and I actually had a lot of fun. I did so much there, and I forgot all about the thing I saw earlier in my visit.

Then comes the last day of my stay there, it went great, We went to a waterpark about an hour away, got ice cream, and watched movies together. I was so sad that I was going to have to leave soon. I went to bed as normal, only to be woken up my a loud bang outside my window. Hesitantly, I opened the curtains and looked down. There, I saw it. Knocking on the window of the room I previously stayed in, and looking up at me. It pulled its hand up and began to wave. It then mouthed the word “goodbye,” and took off running into the woods.

I haven’t told anyone except my aunt and uncle about this experience, and I don’t plan on doing so. I now understand why Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon sleep upstairs.

That was not her brother

When I was younger, having sleepovers was a normal thing for me and my best friend. She lived in an old rundown house next to mine. After a night of fun, we crashed. Now, a bit of information on the situation, she shared a room with her mother with two beds. I got hers and she slept with her mom.

Every night, they locked the door to make things safer and never once did they unlock it at night. At almost sunrise, I woke up and looked around the room. Everything looked normal and as it should. I closed my eyes once again. But I suddenly got a bad feeling and opened them once again. The door was open.

And in the doorway was what looked like a 99¢ store ripoff of her older brother. He looked angry. His normal dark skin was now an odd pale green color. His wide, bloodshot eyes, looked me up and down without him moving his body.  When We finally made eye contact, I froze. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing any clothes, other than a towel rapped around his lower half but he wasn’t wet. He just stood there…….looking at me……I tried to lay my head back down on the pillow but I couldn’t. I was in the weirdest trance. Finally, I broke this things gaze and shut my eyes and rolled over.

I finally fell back to sleep. When I woke up the next morning I told my friend what happened and she laughed it off.

I asked her brother what he was doing last night and he replied with “what do you mean? I never even got up last night”. I never mentioned this to anyone until recently. But I hope that I never see that thing EVER again.