I have insomnia and have always struggled with sleep ever since I was a kid. I saw him for 4 years straight every night. It got to the point I was no longer afraid of him but more so afraid of why he was there. He would appear near my closet doors. Everytime my mom or I would turn on a light he would disappear, nothing there that could cause his shape or shadow. During this time I had a lot of trauma, mother was abusive, we were poor and sharing a bed in a one bedroom apartment, I spent a lot of time alone during the day bc my mom worked wild hours. I was hungry a lot, bored a lot, and when we moved into a nicer home, when the physical abuse slowed down, he went away. I haven’t seen him since.
