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Okay, so for most of my childhood I had lived in a single home. For years, I would wake up at midnight and see a large, bulky shadow moving towards my room. This may sound crazy, but I swear it looked like a giant lion man.
Usually, I would go to sleep with my blanket over my head. I would leave an airhole because I couldn't stand stale air. If I hadn't, I would dive under the moment I saw the man. Nothing would happen after that.
I slept in a room with my brother, and I was on the top bunk at the time. At the time of this story, I thought I believed ghosts weren't real, and that I was a baby for sleeping under the covers. I was trying to get myself to stop. That night, I had left the airhole above my head, so part of my hair was sticking out.
Around midnight, as usual, I knew in my stomach the man had come. This time, instead of nothing happening, the man actually flicked my head. I dove under the covers completely, not caring about stale air. I had a hard time falling asleep afterward, which had never happened before.
I knew my brother hadn't done it, because he would have been laughing, and my parents wouldn't own up to it the day afterward.
He continued to come every night, but that was the only time he touched me. Two or three years later, my family moved because of my father's job. I haven't seen the man since.
I wonder if the people renting our house have encountered him as well?
