“When I was 5 years old, early in the morning, I heard noises from downstairs (we had a two-story house).
I got scared and went to my parents’ bed. I hid under the blanket, but I could still hear footsteps—someone was coming up the stairs. It looked like a man, but he was all dark. You couldn’t see his clothes because he didn’t have any—not naked, just a dark shape with yellow eyes and a black dot as a pupil. He looked at me and went into our extra bedroom. It wasn’t a dream because my day continued as normal, and my dad woke up shortly after. I asked him to check the extra bedroom, but nothing was there. To this day, I still don’t know what that was.
