Why I don't sleep with the curtains open anymore and other creepypastas

Why I don't sleep with the curtains open anymore

When I was five years old I moved from a stereotypical neighborhood into the country. the neighborhood was literally next to the city limit. We had a lot of land, but you were still close to neighbors. I don't remember the fist couple nights, but I know that once my room had been set up with my pink princess bedspread and curtains I always left them open. Every night I would fall asleep watching the planes. As I said, I lived in the country where there was no light pollution, so you could see the stars perfectly, and I slept on the second floor, so I would always see the flashing lights of airplanes passing by. I was exposed to Sic-Fi and Horror movies from a young age (willingly, I saw the original Alien movie when I was four). So my imagination was very hyperactive. It wasn't unusual for me to imagine them being something else like a UFO, or a blinking star or something. Sometimes I would even convince myself I had seen aliens go by. 

Anyways, this became my comfort every night until I turned six. One night I was trying to fall asleep when I heard something sounding like a rock hitting the window. I turned onto my side to see what had happened. I saw nothing and tried to go back to sleep. But of course, being a small child I needed to know. I slipped out of the comfort of my bed. Now would be a great time to say although I loved scary movies, the dark did and still does terrify me, so I turned on the mini pink chandelier by my bed and looked out the window. Mentally I knew nothing would be out there, but my small child heart still raced. Of course when I looked out there was nothing. We lived in the middle of nowhere. But I still felt uneasy. 

The unsettling feeling came back every night. Of course there was no reason. Never any source of fear. So I always ignored it. This may be the cause of my Insomnia and anxiety I have today. I got less and less sleep, I became agitated, of course it was said to be "childhood brattiness' whenever I acted out. Which it was, but due to sleep problems, in my opinion. One particular night, I couldn't even stay still in bed. I decided for the first time to close my curtains. I couldn't help but sneak a peek out the window. There was nothing until I looked to face the ground where someone stood. At the time I wasn't scared, it was like when you see fire for the first time, you're too curious and fascinated to be scared. I assume it was a person because it was on two legs standing up straight. It was very tall. I couldn't make out any features because it was so dark. All I could see was a thin and tall figure slighting shifting shoulders every now and then. I couldn't tell where it was looking, but I think it was at the closed garage door under my room.

The next morning I woke up in bed. Since then I've kept my curtains closed day and night. I'm not sure if it was a dream or not, but I had completely forgotten about it until about a month ago.

 My friend Jean from school was sleeping over for the second time this summer and we were laying in my bed trying to fall asleep. My dog barked from inside the garage. He didn't bark often but whenever there was a coyote, bobcat, rabbit, snake or whatever else was around he'd bark like hell. I naturally assumed it was our neighbors cat.  So I took my phone flashlight out and opened the curtains just enough for me to look through. I wasn't too worried until I looked out then window. Absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing indeed, until I shifted my eyes to left. There it was, that thing, not moving or staring at me. It was standing by something. It looked like a platform or a box. A giant one too. I didn't want to scare my friend so I told her it was the neighbors dog who walked over here constantly, which wasn't a total lie, the neighbors dogs would wander around at night and my dog would bark at them until they left. She accepted that as a reasonable answer and eventually she fell asleep. I, on the other hand couldn't sleep. I was up for another hour I convinced myself the body was a glare from my phone reflecting off the window and the box was just another piece of garbage my dad got from a junkyard. I looked out the window again to see the box but not the figure. I sat in bed texting numerous friends that if I didn't text them in the morning to call my mom, Something seemed off, I felt so uneasy. It was one of the few times I've ever been scared for my life. 

When I woke up the next day everything was fine. I texted all my friends to tell them I was living and stuff, but when I looked out the window nothing was there, no junk, no footprints. 

The strange thing is no one in my neighborhood is that skinny or tall. And as I said I lived in the country, no one knew about our tiny "neighborhood".  It wasn't until last night that I remembered that night from my childhood five years ago. Whether you believe me or not is up to you. I'm just telling a story. If you're wondering why I was thinking about it last night, it was because I was trying to fall asleep. The past couple night had been restless. I had stayed up all night with my cousin, and the night after that I slept restlessly. So last night I was really sleep deprived. I started to see things. It's hard to explain really. Everything started to blur together and get fuzzy. I guess it was like these wires in Van Gough's Starry Night. The world was spinning, and there were flashes of light. I was having trouble seeing and went into my brothers room to see how he felt. I guess my mom heard because she told us to go back to sleep. I had moved my hand around my face and it was moving as if my eyes had to catch up with it, because it seemed to have particles trying to catch up with it. When I turned on a light everything looked fake like really well made realistic video game. Eventually I went to sleep. But not before remembering the incidents.

This morning I felt fine, and still do. I believe it was just sleep deprivation and not some sort of ghost thing. But nonetheless it reminded me of it. I decided hey this would make a good story. So here I am. I really don't care whether you believe me or not, it's just for entertainment proposes. But that's why I sleep with the curtains closed.