When I was 7, I woke up in the middle of the night with an earache. I decide to tell my mom and stepdad and walked out of my room. Someone was sitting on the chair of the living room (about 3 feet away from my bedroom door). The person looked strange (the face was just kind of distorted) but it was dark and I couldn’t see well. “Mom?” I asked. The person shook their head, and I started getting scared. “Mike?” The person shook their head again. I decide the best course option was to go back to bed so I wouldn’t have to walk past this… person. I climbed in bed, and closed my eyes for a second, before opening them and seeing the person standing in my doorway, smiling madly and nodding furiously. The last thing I remember I do was a little murmur of “Help”.
