by Tinabell
I was about eleven and I was staying the night with my friend. We were watching TV, then we had to go to bed. It was around twelve o'clock midnight, so I stayed in her home they had just moved into. We had to sleep on the floor.
Later, my friend got up and went in the living room, because my sister started talking in her sleep. So I got up and went in the living room, too. I turned the TV off and went back to sleep. I soon woke up and thought I heard my sister, so I looked in the hallway. There was a man looking right at me. He was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans with cowboy boots. I was scared so I said, "1-2-3...1-2-3," and looked back; he was gone. I asked my friend if she saw him before and she said, "Yes."
That was the last time I stayed over there again.