This is an experience that happened to me when I was eleven years old. Although I might have been young, I am positive of what happened that night. It was real.
I was living in a two-story house on Murray Hill Dr. That actually much resembled a barn. Down stairs is where the kitchen, dining room, and my Two little brothers and my parent's room lay. Upstairs there were only two rooms, my sister's and my room, which was connected by a hallway. An old man and his wife had owned this house for many years, before their lives were ended unexpectedly in a car crash. So my sister and I being very Superstitious did not like the house when we bought it about two years prior. The house sat off a small road and behind my house lay about 5 acres of woods.
It was about 9:00 pm and I was just about ready for bed. I decided to take a look outside to see if any stars were out. I opened my curtains and glanced out the window. I realized it was totally black except for two ovals that seemed to reflect light. I realized I was staring directly at a face in my window. I gasped only to realize it was my cat tunsis, or tuni as we liked to call him. I opened my window to let him in and muttered some profanities under my breath. Now my adrenaline was flowing vigorously and I was on edge. As I closed the window the motion sensor lights came on from the back. I quickly scanned the back fence, at first I saw nothing, and I went back to shutting the window. Suddenly something caught my eye; it was man standing in the woods. He was hard to make out, dressed in dark clothing and nothing of his face visible to me. Just as soon as he had appeared, he ran into the darkness and disappeared.
By now, being eleven and being very scared of anything relating to ghosts, I was absolutely jumpy. I walked to my dresser trying to occupy my mind with trivial things. I pulled out my clothes that I would wear tomorrow. When the front of my bottom drawer fell off and landed on my foot, which to me felt like a hand grabbing my foot. I screamed in horror and bolted down the hallway into my sister's room. She screamed also because she was also easily scared. I told her what happened and she told me that the dresser drawer had been old and loose therefore it had fallen off. I was not convinced, I was certain that a spirit had made it fall off. Whether this was true or just coincidence I'm not sure, but I decided to tell myself it was coincidence. I got in bed sometime around 9:45, and sometime later fell asleep.
I slept about a good two hours before I was woken up. It was whispering that I heard, and it came from the corner of my bedroom. The same corner my window was. Petrified I peeked over my blankets and the curtain swooshed up, like a woman's dress when dancing. It slowly died down and in its place stood a figure, the man from the woods! I remained silent and didn't move. My head still lay resting on my pillow, and I closed my eyes tight, thinking I was just imagining it. I glanced over at my clock to see what time it was. In my mind for some reason as long as it was past 12:00am, I was safe. To my dismay it was 11:56pm. Then again it whispered and I went numb as a chill ran through me. I soon began to understand I was not imagining it. I glanced up and he was still there unmoving like a coat in a closet. The door was closer to him than it was to me so there was no running. Finally in desperation I said a prayer, thinking maybe he was a demon of some sorts. As I said my prayer he began to make movement on the wall near the window. He finished and he whispered once more; I blanked out from fear.
I awoke to my Mother calling me to get up for school. At once I remembered and my eyes darted to the corner of my room. He was gone; I cautiously walked over to the corner of the room to inspect it. Nothing seemed different except a symbol on the wall. In some kind of black ink there stood a symbol resembling a snake. That I never bothered to touch and it still remains there to this day.
I have never since seen the Man of Murray Hill and hopefully never will again.
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