This is a scary story that still haunts me today. I was 8 (I'm 17 now), and I was sitting on my
bed. It was about time to go to bed, but I continued to watch TV. My mom came upstairs
and told me it was time to go sleep. I refused, but she turned off the TV, anyways. I was
mad, so I pitched a tantrum. She turned it back on, and said five more minutes. I was
watching some really spooky show for an 8 year old. I was about to cry (I was so scared),
when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I was cold and got the chilly bumps, when I
looked out into the hallway. As I looked hard, I saw a figure with large eyes staring at me. I
thought it was my brother that had woken up (he has huge puppy eyes when he wakes up). I
was groggy, so I went in the hallway and said, "Time to go to bed." I touched the figure (or I
tried), and consequently I figured out this was not my brother -- but a spirit. I hid under the
covers and cried myself to sleep. Even today, I awake at night to see a little boy with large
eyes standing in my hallway...
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