I was talking to my mother recently and we were looking through old family photos and my old drawings from when I was really young. The drawings brought up an interesting conversation.
Apparently when I was very young I would wake my mother up screaming. She would come in and I'd be sitting up in bed crying. One day I drew a man dressed all in black with a black cape. His skin was pure white and he had blood red eyes that were very snake like. He looked very much like a vampire but what I said he did was different. I called him "Evil Gobble" (Give me a break on that. It was before I was in kindergarten) because he would gobble up all the happiness and light in the room. I used to say that he came in through my window which was always locked.
I'm really not sure what to think about this. Part of me thinks that I really did see something like this. I was never a scared child. Yes I was scared of the typical things but I was always told that ghosts and monsters didn't exist and I believed my mother.
I would love to hear from all of you. Any input you can give would be appreciated. I just want to know if this is a ghost, demon, or just the imagination of a little girl who didn't want to go to sleep.