"When I was about five or six years old, I woke up to a noise in my room. When I opened my eyes there was a man standing in front of me, with a big brown beard, dark hair, and black clothes. I kept looking at him in fear and backed away on the bed until I was up against the wall. Then I felt the mattress sink down beside me and I started to cry. When I looked again, he had vanished, but it still seemed as if there were someone lying next to me on the bed. I asked it to leave because I was afraid, and the bed returned to normal. I cried myself to sleep, and I still remember the man's face to this day. I'd never met anyone who looked like that, and neither had my parents."
