When I was around maybe, 9 or 10, we lived in a small neighborhood. I really liked the place, except for the cemetery that was close by. See, when I was younger, I HATED cemeteries. About 3 months after moving in to the new house, I started to get this weird feeling before I went to bed. I always closed my closet doors, because I didn’t like them open during the night. Then, one day my mom forgot to close them before I went to bed. That’s the night I saw it.
That night, I woke up to a strange noise in my room. I dismissed the noise, thinking it was my cat moving around. I tried to go back to sleep, but my body wouldn’t let me. I started to get scared. I got up, and looked straight into the closet. What I saw there is hard to explain, but I’ll do my best to tell you what it looked like. It was a tall, slim, shadowy creature, standing right in front of me, in my very own closet.
I screamed in terror. My mom burst into my room to see what was wrong. But as she burst in, the creature disappeared. I told her all about what I had seen, but she brushed it off, saying that I just had a nightmare. I asked her if I could sleep in her room that night, and she said yes. I was glad she said yes because, as she left the room, I saw the figure appear back in my closet.
The next day, I forgot about the figure I saw. That night my mom closed the closet door, and I dozed off after maybe, 30 minutes. I, once again, woke up at about 1:00 AM. I looked around, and then I noticed a strange thing at the foot of my bed. I tried to feel it with my foot, but couldn’t. Then, it turned around. I saw a mangled, torn, and broken face staring at me. I started to feel sleepy, after seeing it, and blacked out.
I haven’t seen it since then, but I’m still having nightmares about it today.It was one of the most terrifying things that’s ever happened to me.
(This was based on my memory!)