My story takes place back in 1989 and alot of really crazy things happened to me that year. But, I had gone home really early that night and I wasn't really that tired, so I decided to try and get some sleep anyway. Well, as I was slowly drifting off to sleep I heard a, kind of popping noise. So, I raised up to see what it was and in the corner of my room I could see what was like a figure of somebody crouching down. I pulled the curtain back to see if someone was in my room, nothing! As I passed it off as my imagination, the next few nights kind of proved me wrong. There on the other side of my dresser was once again this figure crouched down again. This continued for about, I guess, a couple of weeks or so, when one night I felt something shake my bed. As I woke up I could see this figure of what looked like a very big man gripping my ankles! I tried to sit up but I couldn't. All I could do is ask this thing what it wanted? It just stood straight up, stepped back and vanished! Now I know it sounds completely nuts and irrational. But I swear to almighty God, this is a true story. And the only other time I ever saw it has been written in my story, "the stranger among the tombs." Check it out and let me know what you think?
