The Man At The End Of My Bed

by Alexandra

I'm 14 now but about a year ago I was sleeping downstairs in my old room. I didn't have an actual room so we hung up sheets but there was a little opening in the sheets.

I woke up out of a dead sleep. Sweating but yet so cold. I looked straight at the opening but couldn't look away. I heard footsteps going down the stairs. In my head I wanted to look away but I just couldn't...

Then when the footsteps stopped a man in all black almost like a shadow stood there. He had no face, just a outline. I looked at him then shut my eyes. When I opened them I was facing the wall the total opposite way I was when I closed my eyes, but I know I didn't move.

I told my mom and sister they both said it was a dream but I know better.

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