A fost o noapte linitit de var, i am avut probleme a merge la culcare pentru un motiv oarecare. M-am simit oarecum nelinitit, ca am avut nite afaceri neterminate. Casa mea este de fapt o casa cu un etaj, cu excepia dormitorul meu, baie, dulap i la etaj. Am stabilit n patul meu cu privire la 23:00 i ultima am uitat la ceas, nainte de m-am dus la culcare era 01:30. Am fost trezit noaptea de la usa mea tare, guiat dormitor (este suficient de tare pentru a trezi nimeni), i m-am concentrat ochii pe u. Camera mea a fost negru ca smoala, dar n afara ua mea a fost un fel de lumin, cred din luna. Am vzut acest Silouette negru de un brbat nalt, subire. Am fost obosit, aa c m-am gndit c a fost tatl meu a verifica pe mine. Am nchis ochii i am auzit ua nchis. Apoi, sunetul pailor ar putea fi audiat n dormitorul meu. Am nceput s se sperie. Apoi, ua mea baie a fost deschis, i am putut auzi plimbare figura n baie i a nchis ua. Am deschis ochii, dar a fost doar prea ntuneric pentru a vedea. Am ateptat timp de aproximativ zece minute cu ochii i urechile mele de alert, dar nu alte tulburri. Pn acum, am fost ntr-adevr speriat, i am fugit n jos pe scri pentru fraii mei dormitor, pentru a avea un pat suplimentar, iar eu stabilite. Am avut fata mea lateral pe perna, atunci cnd m-am simtit suflare aer pe fata mea n rafale scurte. M-am uitat n sus i am vzut c ventilator de tavan lui nu a fost pe, asa ca am tras capacele peste capul meu i sa dus la culcare.

n dimineaa urmtoare, i-am spus prinilor mei de incidentul care sa ntmplat noaptea trecut. Tatl meu mi-a spus c el nici mcar nu urca scrile mele cu o noapte nainte. Apoi mi-am dat seama c cifra am vzut nu era ca tatl meu (care este scurt si Stubby), dar aceasta semna izbitor de marele meu unchi care a murit aproximativ dou sptmni nainte. Trebuia s fi fost mare unchiul meu, pentru c este singurul lucru care ar putea explica, eventual, ceea ce sa ntmplat.

name: Christian Barbouremail: cjbarbour@ualr.eduCity: Maumelle, AR 72113All names are Correctlocation: only upstairs bedroom in the houseDATE=1993witnesses=noneIt was a quiet summer night, and I had trouble going to sleep for some reason. I felt somewhat anxious, like I had some unfinished business. My house is basically a one-story house, except for my bedroom, bathroom, and closet upstairs. I had laid down in my bed about 11:00 p.m. and the last I had looked at the clock before I went to sleep was 1:30 a.m.. I was awoke in the night from my loud, squeaking bedroom door (it is loud enough to wake anybody), and I focused my eyes on the door. My room was pitch black, but outside my door was kind of light, I guess from the moon. I saw this black silouette of a tall, slender man. I was tired, so I just thought it was my father checking up on me. I shut my eyes and heard the door shut. Then, the sound of footsteps could be heard in my bedroom. I began to get scared. Next, my bathroom door opened, and I could hear the figure walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I opened my eyes, but it was just way too dark to see. I waited for about ten minutes with my eyes and ears alert, but no other disturbances. By now, I was really freaked out, and I ran down the stairs to my brothers bedroom, for he had an extra bed, and I laid down. I had my face sideways on the pillow when I felt air blowing on my face in short bursts. I looked up and saw that his ceiling fan was not on, so I pulled the covers over my head and went to sleep.

The next morning, I was telling my parents of the incident that happened last night. My father told me that he did not even walk up my stairs the night before. I then realized that the figure I saw was not like my father (who is short and stubby), but it strikingly resembled my great uncle that had died about two weeks before. It had to have been my great uncle, because that is the only thing that could possibly explain what happened.