The Blue Man (2)

One night, when I was 6 years old, I was in my room with my younger sister who was 5. We had separate beds on the opposite side of the room. I was laying down and we both quickly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up because I felt something was not right. I looked under the bed and there was this blue man sitting down, indian style, rocking back and forth, back and forth. He stopped, and turned his head and looked at me! I saw there was a scar on his face! I was shocked! I got up, grabbed my sister's arm and ran to my parents bedroom on the other side of the house. My dad was out of town so I woke up my mom and was yelling, "There's something under my bed!!. Go look!!"

Well, my mom is a very faithful, Christian woman. She took me back to my room with a cross and a Bible and sat with me. She told me to tell him this is a Christian house and we will not have any demons, devils, ghosts or spirits in this house, so get out. Well, I looked at my mother like she was crazy, but I did it anyway. She and I sat on the floor, me in her lap. I lifted the cover and the blue man was still there, staring at me with these small eyes and that scar. So, I looked at him and said, "Get out of this house. This is a Christian house and we don't want any ghosts here!!" The blue man, still staring at me, crawled from under the bed, stood up and walked out the room, and through the wall. After that, my sister and I slept with my mom until my dad came home.

Finally, my dad came home and I thought my mom would have told him about the blue man, but she didn't. So here I am talking about what happened and my dad's face just froze. He said, "You saw the what?!" I said, "I saw a blue man." He said, "Oh. What did he look like?" I said, "Blue. Tall. shaped like a human, with a scar." My dad asked, "Was the scar on his face?" I lost it! I was so scared! My dad described everything about the blue man, that I saw!

Come to find out, when my dad was a little boy about 6-7 years old, he too, saw the blue man. He never told anyone about it, until those couple of days after I saw the blue man and I was telling him what happened. To this day, I won't look under the bed for anything and needless to say, my favorite color isn't blue!