My family has never had the most money in the world. In fact, I’m pretty sure we’ve never been able to do anything except watch TV. Due to this, we lived in an extremely small house in New Jersey.
On this particular night, I was watching some random cartoon on TV. I don’t remember what show it was, but my nine year old self never really cared what was on that TV. My parents were in the bedroom sleeping.
The time was around 12:00am. I was starting to fall asleep when I heard something coming from outside. It sounded like multiple branches snapping at once. At first, I just tried to ignore it. Then I realized, the noise sounded like it was coming closer to the house.
I got up from the couch and went to the window. I peered through the glass, but I saw nothing. I was about to go sit back down when I realized something. I could still hear the noise, but it was coming from underneath me. Just to clarify, we didn’t have a basement. So, you can imagine how horrified I was to hear something coming from under me. The last thing I remember was the noise abruptly ending.
I woke up in urgent care. My parents were outside of the room. I tried to talk, but something compelled me to not say anything. What was strange was that they were talking to a man in a gray jacket, black pants, and had a tattoo of some sort of symbol on his hand. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but I was too busy thinking about what happened. There is still one thing that confuses me. The man had some sort of folder in his hand with that same logo in the right-hand corner. Me and my parents moved about four months later.