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- Jul 15, 2017
A child's imagination can be both a blessing and a curse. We were all scared of certain things as kids, whether it was our mind playing tricks on us or something that you saw and just couldn't get it out of your head.
For me it'd have to be the dark. Whether it was the moonlight coming through the window at night making it look like shadows were moving on their own or something that was just barely out of my field of vision so that my eyes couldn't quite exactly make it out, but could still see that there was something there.
One especially bad incident was when I awoke in the middle of the night during winter, only to see what I could of sworn to be some guy sitting in the corner of my room, facing me. With his arms holding his knees, and the rest of his body shrouded in the darkness.
My eyes were locked in it's direction as I was panicking on what I should do. I wanted to scream for my mom, but I felt that might make whoever it was lunge at me to make me keep quiet, and so it would get me before my mom would get to my room.
I also thought about just running out of my room, but since this was the corner closest to my door I thought it would just snatch me up all the same.
After a couple more minutes of staring it down trying to force my eyes to adjust to see at least a glimpse of what it really was so I could convince myself I wasn't actually seeing the thing I thought I was seeing, with nothing else left, I cocooned myself in my blankets and stayed that way until my fatigue got the best of me and I accidentally fell asleep.
In the morning, I could see there in the corner were two garbage bags full of clothes that we were giving to goodwill that my mom had put there the prior night without my knowledge.
I racked my brain on how I could of saw what I saw out of two misshappened garbage bags but never came to a proper conclusion. I think it was just me being half asleep combined with me not knowing there was in fact something in the corner because after that one time, I was never visited by that mystery man again.
For me it'd have to be the dark. Whether it was the moonlight coming through the window at night making it look like shadows were moving on their own or something that was just barely out of my field of vision so that my eyes couldn't quite exactly make it out, but could still see that there was something there.
One especially bad incident was when I awoke in the middle of the night during winter, only to see what I could of sworn to be some guy sitting in the corner of my room, facing me. With his arms holding his knees, and the rest of his body shrouded in the darkness.
My eyes were locked in it's direction as I was panicking on what I should do. I wanted to scream for my mom, but I felt that might make whoever it was lunge at me to make me keep quiet, and so it would get me before my mom would get to my room.
I also thought about just running out of my room, but since this was the corner closest to my door I thought it would just snatch me up all the same.
After a couple more minutes of staring it down trying to force my eyes to adjust to see at least a glimpse of what it really was so I could convince myself I wasn't actually seeing the thing I thought I was seeing, with nothing else left, I cocooned myself in my blankets and stayed that way until my fatigue got the best of me and I accidentally fell asleep.
In the morning, I could see there in the corner were two garbage bags full of clothes that we were giving to goodwill that my mom had put there the prior night without my knowledge.
I racked my brain on how I could of saw what I saw out of two misshappened garbage bags but never came to a proper conclusion. I think it was just me being half asleep combined with me not knowing there was in fact something in the corner because after that one time, I was never visited by that mystery man again.
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