The Mystical Man

It was August the 3rd, 2008 when I saw the scariest thing of my life. Here is my living nightmare.

It was around 10:00 P.M. I was getting ready for bed when I heard a big thump come from outside. My two dogs that were outside started to bark. My heart pounded as I looked out my window. Nothing but the open night and the moonlight glowing down on the pool. I walked back over to my bed nervous, but i stopped being nervous after a few seconds in my soft bed. I snuggled under the thick covers, but pulled the thick blanket back because it was a little hot. I shut my eyes thinking about the next day and what would happen when my sister would come over. Thump! I heard it again. I got up and looked back out my window. Nothing. I went back to my bed and tried to fall asleep, but the thumping continued to keep me up until around two in the morning. That is when it stopped. I finally fell asleep.

It was around 4:30 A.M. when the thumping noise started back again. It was starting to get really annoying so I got back out of bed and walked out the door and onto the porch. The dogs were gone. I only saw my cat sleeping in the porch swing. I looked around the house, but I did not find a single thing. Then, as I was just about to walk in the house, I heard it again. It came from the porch swing. Cold chills ran down my back as I slowly turned around. There in the swing, I didn't see my cat, I saw a man, sitting on the left side facing me directly. He was wearing a red jacket with buttons, plaid pants, and shiny black clogs. At first I thought it was just some man that was homeless and wanted food, but as I looked closer I noticed that I could see right through him. I was speechless as he just sat there, swinging silently.

I slowly backed up into the doorway and then made a run for it. I ran inside, locked the door, and past-out right there. I woke up in the hospital the next day, with my sister Sara looking down at me. She shouted, "You are ok! I'm so glad, I found you on your kitchen floor this morning past-out." I tried to tell her what I saw and heard, but she never believed me. She said I must have had a dream. I don't think she ever will believe me.

Now, I live in a new house with my husband Derick and my two dogs and cat. I now live away from the woods in a small suburb, but I still won't go outside at night without Derick to go with me. I hope to NEVER see the "Mystical Man" ever again, but I still have a feeling at night that someone is watching me, waiting, ready to spring out at me when I'm not watching. The Mystical Man, or is he something more than a man. An evil spirit.