Going back a few years, before we started going to graveyards. I remember, I was about 11 or 12 and I was sitting in my room, around my birthday, and I was playing Call of Duty: Ghosts (Before everyone realized it sucked. The story is good but online sucks...) I got to one of the last missions and I felt like I really had to pee bad. Now I'm a fat kid, so I have a recliner in my room at the foot of my bed. So when I got back (I won't tell you guys about how I pissed) I sat down in my chair and put the footrest up. I was sitting perfectly still and reaching for my controller, I felt something touch me on the leg. Alright, it was just the fabric of the chair because I was moving. I thought nothing of it and continued to play. About 10 minutes later, I was about to beat the game, I got the feeling that something was looking at me. I didn't want to look around my dark room in case something was staring at me. I continued to play with my eyes glued to the screen in terror, but shit, the game was about to be over, it was midnight, and I needed to go to bed. I got over the staring feeling. Long story short, no spoilers, I beat the game and shut down my PS3. I walk to my brothers room and of course he was playing something too. I think it was Black Ops 1. I sat down on his bed for a minute or two, then I left and laid down on my bed. Because of the feeling I got, I turned my Tv on. My door was shut and I shut it purposely because I didn't want my cats getting in my room. I was watching some show for a minute and then put my glasses up. I laid on my right side, facing the wall. I started getting the feeling again. So I started to roll over to my back and the feeling was gone. Okay, just some scary nighttime shit, I get it. Nothing physically happened, and I'm not sure if this was just my head, or if it was truly something, but in the next chapter I have an even better story to tell you that happened recently.
