I was shocked to find that these stories matched my own. I was about 8 years old when I saw a figure in my room. It was standing at the door by my sister’s bed when I woke up and saw it. It looked blacker than the surrounding darkness. I said “Mommy?”, thinking she was in my room for some reason. There was no response. I called her name again but it still said nothing. I blinked a few times, thinking it was my eyes. I knew I wasn’t asleep. Slowly it began to walk around my sister’s bed, towards my own. I remember I could hear quiet footsteps as it walked across the carpet. Once it cleared my sister’s bed, I saw that it was about the size of a man, wearing a long trench coat and a wide hat. I remember feeling terrified but unable to do anything. He walked to the end of my bed and stood there for about 10 seconds. Then he disappeared into what looked like dark bats flying slowly towards me. I don’t know how I went back to sleep that night. I’ve always thought it was a ghost or something. But whatever it was, I know I saw it and I wasn’t dreaming.
— A Cellist