Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24694044-20140321201817/@comment-25851971-20150527113150

Shining-Armor wrote: Here's another.

When I was little, no more than 6 years old, my mother would leave me home alone for two hours every Wednesday while she would take a class. Normally this wasn't an issue as I would just watch cartoons and she would put me to bed when she got home. During the summer the sun would still be up when she got home so I never had an issue staying by myself. The only times I had problems with this were during the winter when she would leave me home alone and it would be dark outside. During these times I stuck to my one place on the couch where I could see every part of the living room. I would have all of the lights on and all of the curtains shut tight so that no one could see in.

I was fine like this for the first few weeks but then something strange started happening. At first I heard the little handles on my dresser flipping up and down as if someone was playing with them. This frightened me badly and I immediately ran to the the neighbors apartment. When they followed me over to check the house they found nothing and assured me that no one was there but that I could stay with them until my mom arrived home again.

After this first incident two weeks went by with nothing else happening but the on the third week I there was that sound of my dresser drawer handles being flipped again. This time I ran into the hallway between apartments and I called the police as I was sure someone was there. Of course they responded and they again found nothing. The police stayed with me until my mother got home and explained what had happened.

Another two weeks went by with nothing strange but on the Monday of the following week I had woken up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. When I walked out into the hallway I froze. In front of the bathroom door there was a tall black figure that resembled a man standing there. He must have been at least 6-feet tall and had no discernible features. He stood there for what felt like hours but what turned out to be mere seconds. Just as I was about to open my mouth to scream he was gone, vanished into thin air. Of course the first thing I did was wake my mom up and consequently two police officers who again found no trace of another person.

After the last encounter I never saw the figure again but to this day have called him the black man after his appearance.

Truthfully, part of me wants to believe it was my deceased father who wanted to look after me and to make sure I was safe.

That must have really been torture with somebody fucking flipping the drawer handles