This occurred approximately 2 years ago in Houston, TX. I was staying at a hotel there on a business trip. I always sleep with one foot out of the covers at the bottom of the bed. It was a little after 2am, and I was fast asleep when I felt a light tickling feeling on the bottom of my right foot. I was lying flat on my back. I looked down at my feet, and there was a man standing at the end of my bed. It was the shadow shape of a man in an old wide collared suit and a fedora style hat. About 6 foot tall, I would guess. The face was only a shadow with no features. At first I was just confused. Then my heart started hammering out of my chest. I knew it wasn’t a “real” person. I jerked my feet up from the end of the bed. As I did this, the shadow took his index finger and ran it, very firmly, up the bottom of my foot as I pulled it under the covers. Then he was gone. Almost like he caved in on himself. At that moment I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I felt that the last slide of his finger against my foot was to let me know that he was real. Even though I was panicked because I didn’t know what it was, I didn’t get an evil, bad, or sinister feeling from the shadow man. Looking back, I think he may have even had a sense of humor.
By Linda Garza