User blog comment:Blacknumber1/Your True Paranormal/Supernatural Experiences/@comment-26113663-20150131063529

Maybe few months ago, I saw something that didn't let me sleep.

It was 12:00 midnight, I was awaken by a weak noise from the living room. It was a childish weep. My room and the living was just 10 steps away so I could hear everything and anything even when the door's close.

In my deep curiosity, I slowly open my room's door without even opening the lights, and looked all over to see if there's any anomalous element wandering around our living room.

And... there is.

I saw a boy, maybe eight years of age, sitting on our couch, crying silently. The kid's shirt looked it was torn, dirty at so many levels, he's just bare-footed. And he's also carrying a teddy bear, the teady bear already lost its right arm, and its both eyes.

Looking at the boy in terror, I froze at my position. I was so shocked I couldn't even move my own body, in fear that if it sense my presence, it will do something.

Then suddenly, it looked at me. It's not like the paranormal things, kids that didn't have eyeballs or bleeding eyes. It just stared at me with its normal eyes, with tears flowing through it. I know you think it was not that scary, but I just couldn't handle myself that time. It was too scary, and also too emotional.

I quickly slammed shut my room's door and covered myself with blanket. I never slept away, and remained wide awake until it became morning. The haunting thoughts of the boy never left my mind, until now. I decided not to tell the story to my parents, since they won't just believe it. I felt sorry for myself for paying attention to that noise.

That's my story.