This story isn't all that scary but it is pretty
interesting.
When I was younger (around 9 or 10), I was
very close to my next door neighbor, Mr. Mills.
Unfortunately, he died of a heart attack around that time.
One night, I woke up from a deep sleep because of a
strange feeling I had. I looked at my doorway and saw a
dark figure standing there, facing my direction. It was
dark, so I couldn't completely make out every detail of the
figure, but it looked like a man wearing a flannel shirt
and a baseball cap (the same type of clothing Mr. Mills
normally wore). I assumed that my parents probably just had
some clothes or something hanging over their door that
looked like a man because of the darkness (their bedroom
was across the hallway from my room), so I shrugged off the
figure and went back to sleep.
The next morning I asked my parents if they had
anything hanging over their door or if there was anything
in the hall and their answer was negative.
For the next few days, strange things happened: lights flickering, the
shower turning on and off, and the dogs barking at the
hallway. All of the strange things stopped after the next
couple of weeks, but I think it was just Mr. Mills checking
on me.
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