
clock. After my father left the room i tossed and turned for what seemed to me like an eternaty but in realty it could have been half an hour and for some reason I wanted to go at the foot of the bed and lay on my stomac. My parents's living room was ritgh next to the bedroom were I was in and all their was seperating the rooms were blinds and between the wall and the blinds their was a big gap. So I could pretty much see most of the living room and the sky through the windows were the balcony was after the living room. As I was laying at the foot of the bed I turned my head pointing towards the living room and what I saw just a few feet away from me in front of the balcony door in the living room was a six feet tall very dark figure in the shape of a man. The figure was darker than any shades of dark that you have ever seen. On his head there was what looked like a cowboy hat along with a coat. It looked very nasty. I could just feel that this thing was bad news. In my mind I wanted to hallar to my parents they were in the next room but I could not. I don't know what happened but I was frozen it was like something paralized me, even though I wanted to yell I could not. Needless to say after seeying the entaty I passed out and woke up scremming at four o clock in the morning next to my parents while they were sleeping. What I find strange is that whatever that was wanted me to think of it as a dream. I believe that it wants everybody to think of it as a dream but i'm sorry this was to real to be a dream. I mean i'm getting gusbumps as I write. I spoke to numerous people about this weird shadow and all I got so far is the reason he visited me is because I have evil people around me. Could this be the case I really don't know. Personally i'm not evil i'm tuf sometimes but not evil. So really I don't know. If anyyone's got an opinion please share it because i'm looking for answers.
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