When I was 9, we had christmas at my grandma's. It was Christmas Eve and my mom, dad and older brother went down the street to my aunt's house for a party. My grandma had put me and my little brother to bed in the middle bedroom of the single wide trailer. I hated this room and never ever slept in it, I always slept in the first room with my mom and dad.
Well me and my little brother went to bed. A few hours later, my mom woke me up I was in a cold sweat. She took me in to their first bed room and made a bed for me on the floor. She asked if I was okay as I had been talking in my sleep. I told her that there was something in that room and they didn't like me. Mom shook her head and told me it had just been a bad dream.
Later that night I was awaken by scratching on the door, when I opened my eyes I saw the tall pale man reaching out for me. I started to scream. I was scared, I woke up my mom and she moved me to the other side of the bed away from the door.
The next morning we got dressed and had breakfast, then went to my aunt's house for exchanging of gifts and christmas dinner. We went back home the next day.
It was 7 years later, I had found out a man lost his wife and daughter, he went crazy and killed him self in that room. Come to find out I looked just like his little girl.
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