The Man

When I was three years old my family, and I lived with my aunt, uncle, and my two cousins. We lived there for about nine months, but it was nine months longer than what I would have liked. One night I was having an incredibly hard time falling asleep. I felt as if someone was watching me. "Mommy?" I said as I looked around the dark room. I could barely make anything out. The room was quiet, and the air was cold. I could hear my older brother, Roger, breathing, but my eyes could not adjust to the darkness to see if he was still asleep in his bed across the room. That's when I saw him. Looking at me just at the foot of my bed as if he came from under. The only part he made visible was from the nose up. Eyes locked on his gaze. His face white as a sheet. Left eye red, and right eye just black. He started to rise, and I could see he was an old man. His entire face now visible, and as he stared a giant grin stretched across his face. "Stop it.....Roggie?" The moment I said that he let out a deep moan, and in an instant I screamed bloody murder, and try to back away from him. My brother jumped out of bed, and turned on the lights. My mother runs in trying to comfort me, but all I could do was cry in fear, and point to the edge of the bed. I saw him almost every night for those nine months, and my family experienced paranormal activity the entire time.

21 years later, and the image still haunts me to this day.