
YOUNG AND SCARED
As a child, I was terrified of the dark. I would
always watch horror movies on TV and get myself
scared silly. One thing I would do to help calm
this fear was to leave my bedroom door open with
the hall light on all night (or at least until I
was asleep). I shared a room with my older
sister, and she hated this.
So, one night she got her way and the door was to
be kept shut. It was so dark in our room that you
couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I
don't remember how I got to sleep, but I did.
Suddenly, at about 1:30 AM, I woke up for no
reason. And standing at the foot of my bed was a
man. Although the room was pitch black, he was
plain as day. I remember the surge of terror that
swept over me. I froze. He stood there staring at
me for a minute, and then he started waving his
arms frantically (it looked like slow-mo) as if
to try to communicate with me. There was no
sound. He was short, with a mustache, and dark
hair. He had a worried expression on his face.
After that, all I can remember is waking up the
next morning with the memory of him clearly
imprinted in my mind, so that's one way I knew it
wasn't a dream. I can never remember my dreams so
clearly.
I told my mom, older sister, and younger brother
what had happened, but my sister was the only one
who believed me. She still does to this day.
That's because she saw him too, only on a
different night.
She said that she had seen a figure sitting on
the edge of my bed, too big to be my mom (she's
about 5'3"), too small to be my dad (he's 6'2").
The figure I had seen was about 5'4", so he fits
right in there.
I still occupy the same room with my sister (I'm
15, she's 17). I can always feel his presence in
there with me. I saw him not too long ago, but it
was very brief.
One thing that boggles me is why he is here. This
house was built for my parents on a garden, no
one died here, and this was always just farmland.
I wonder...
Please e-mail me here
Submitted from: Emily Riska, West Virginia, USA
[Home]

[Story Page]
[September 2000 Ghost Stories]