From a young age, I have always been sensitive to the supernatural and I have had many experiences over the span of my life. However, this is the one that haunts me the most, even to this day. I grew up in a small farm town in the south eastern part of the United States, and growing up I was a shy kid. When I was in the third grade I befriended another kid who was equally as shy. For his protection, we’ll just call him Billy.
It was an instant connection and after a while we became inseperable, like brothers. I began to notice that over a period of time that Billy.. wasn’t really himself. He was usually a ball of energy when we were together, but now he would barely talk. He even had trouble staying awake in class and he also began making these weird drawings of what I can only describe as a tall, dark, oddly shaped man. Finally, I mustered up the courage one day to ask him what was wrong. His reply however.. still gives me chills. “The man on the ceiling won’t let me sleep. Everytime I’m alone, I look up and he’s staring at me. I’ve tried to tell my mom, but.. she keeps saying its a bad dream, and I know that I’m awake.” In my feeble young mind, I didn’t know what to think. He then got a very serious look in his eyes and grabbed my arm. “Come over to my house this weekend, that way maybe we could both see him. Maybe then my mom will believe me.”
He said with an almost excited look in his eyes. “I don’t know”, I stammered, kinda nervous that we may actually see something. “Please!” He exclaimed. ” Okay, okay, I’ll talk to my parents and make sure its okay. But.. are you sure its not just a bad dream?” His eyes seemed to darken a little. “I.. I wish it was.” The rest of the day went by uneventful, even though, Billy seemed to perk up a little. A few days had passed, and it seemed like Billy was only getting worse. I had cleared it with my parents to spend the weekend with him, but neither of us seemed really excited about it. During class one day, Billy threw a note over to my side of the desk, and with half crazy look in his eyes, motioned for me to read it. The note said, “The man knows you are coming, and he doesnt want you to.” I looked at him confused, and folded the note up to put in my pocket. Later at lunch we sat together and I asked him what he meant by the letter. He looked down and muttered, “the man came back last night, and instead of being on my ceiling, he was standing over my bed. I.. I couldnt move” he almost whispered as tears began to well up. “He said that I’m not allowed to have friends, and that if you came over he would hurt both of us.”
At this point I was beginning to get angry. I could tell that he was serious. “Well you tell that creep that I’m not afraid of him. I dont know how, but we’ll make him leave you alone. He-” Billy abruptly cut me off and grabbed my arm. He peered off to the other side of the lunch room with a terrified expression. I tried to see what had him so mesmerized but there was nothing there. “Billy? Are you… are you okay?” I asked. He was silent and was still fixed on the corner of the room. “Bil-” I stopped talking when he looked at me. It looked as though all of the color in his face faded and his eyes darkened. “He knows your name.” He said, rather sternly. I must admit, I kinda froze up at this point. I didn’t know if my friend had gone crazy or if what he was saying was true. Deep down I really hoped that he was just troubled. “Okay” I muttered, trying to stay composed. The rest of the day went by uneventful, that is until later that night. Little did I know that this.. this was only beginning. Some time in the middle of the night I awoke, and felt the strangest sense of dread wash over me. I started to get out of bed and then realized that.. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move. I darted my eyes around the room, trying to scream trying to do.. well.. anything. Suddenly it seemed as though all of the ambient light in the room seemed to fade away. Suddenly I could feel the covers slowly sliding off of me, and when I looked is when I saw… it. It looked almost like a goblin. An abnormally shaped head with what looked like empty eye sockets. It was about five or six feet tall and that was hunched over. This thing was massive. I remember how it ran its pointy looking hands across my legs as it slowly pulled the covers away from me. It felt like my heart was about to explode. All of a sudden I felt like I was in control again. I shot up in bed and screamed as loud as my little lungs would allow. It stared at me with those dark sockets, before backing into the corner of my room and disappearing into the blackness. Suddenly all of the light flooded the room again as my parents stormed through the door. I wasn’t able to speak. I just grabbed on to my parents and cried my eyes out. Needless to say.. I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. As horrible as it sounds, the next day I ignored Billy. Part of me was mad at him for opening this thing up to me. About a week went by, I was still sleeping in my parents room and Billy and I.. We really don’t talk anymore at this point. Then one day at recess, the whole thing came to a grand finale, that is scarred into my memories. My teacher came up to me and asked me to go check on Billy. He didn’t seem to be feeling well and asked if he could go back inside to wait for recess to be over. Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew she assigned me this because she knew that Billy and I were close and we had been distant lately. I walked back inside to go into the class room, but before I could get to the door I could hear Billy screaming from the bathroom across the hall. I ran over to open it, but the door was jammed. “Billy!? Whats going on?!” I yelled banging on the door. “No.. No stay back! Help!” I heard him screaming inside. I got a running start and hit the door with all of my strength. The door flew open and I hit the floor sliding inside. Billy was in the corner curled into a ball whimpering. He got up and ran past me out of the bathroom. When I got up, my heart sank. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There were.. footprints. But not normal footprints. They looked like three fingers, almost like a turkey print, but they were huge. Like the size of my face huge.. They were literally burnt into the floor.. and the walls.. and the ceiling.. Literally covering almost every surface in the bathroom. I ran out of there. Billy ended up getting expelled because the school officials thought he had somehow burnt those prints into the bathroom. Him and his family moved away shortly after. Looking back, I of course feel horrible for ignoring him the way I did. But now I often wonder too.. What might of happen if I had gone over to his house. Stay safe friends.. You never know what might just follow you home.