I remember when I was younger, I woke up from a horrible nightmare in which I was shot in the face and died. I ran out to my mother’s room and on the wall, I saw a silhouette of a man in a hat. The only light was from the moon/outside. When I looked out the window, nobody was there, and as I turned back around, I noticed the shadow was gone.
Then, several years later, maybe two years ago or so, I was lying in bed and noticed headlights traveling through my window, like usual. However, there was a shadow on *my* wall. It looked like someone was standing outside my window looking in, but it didn’t move, even as the headlights traveled. I blinked several times and it didn’t go away until the lights finally went away altogether.
I don’t know who this is, or why he was watching me those two times. I haven’t seen him lately, but I’m not sure how I’ll react the next time he visits. I always wondered if he was my dad, but I’m not sure if he’s perished yet.
— Trina