I was about 13 when it all happened. It was Friday, I don't necessarily recall the date but it was in the summer. I had invited my cousin on my mom's side over, since we were going to my uncle's. She was like my sister at the time; no one could pull us apart. When we arrived at my uncle's, he told my parents and us what rooms we were going to be sleeping in. My cousin and I usually got the bedroom beside the bathroom, but that time my uncle put us in the room beside our normal room.
I always dreaded that room and was so happy when we didn't have to sleep in there. It was a dark color red. I hate red on walls. I always have. It makes me feel angry and frustrated, but I sucked it up and went upstairs and put my stuff in the room.
It was all crowded with boxes of stuff that my aunt would sell at her craft shows. The worst part was, there was a huge mirror in front of where I was going to sleep. I hate mirrors in my room or any room that I sleep in. It's a phobia for me. I can't even have the bathroom door open when I go to bed or I will not sleep. In front of the mirror were those ceramic dolls. I have always thought they were pretty but always nice to be kept away and not staring at you when you sleep.
Anyway, that night my cousin and I did what we always did before bed and, well, talked for hours until my cousin fell asleep on me. That was normal for her. I was slowly getting sleepy, but having a hard time because there was so much stuff in there that it would make anyone claustrophobic, and that mirror facing me. Everything was just driving me crazy so I just laid there and stared at the ceiling. Finally I fell asleep.
In my dream I was running not looking back. I was so scared too but I didn't understand why, so I got the courage to look back. There was this tall old man. He was all dressed in black, with a long black cloak on, and a black hat that looked like a cowboy hat but it was bigger around the sides. He smirked at me, as if he was enjoying me being scared. He was only walking, having courage that no matter how fast I ran, he would catch up.
I kept running and running, until I saw a house with the door open. There was an old lady standing there waving me in. I looked back and that man wasn't there anymore, so I ran inside and the lady shut the door fast. She told me to hide, I needed to hide fast. I asked her why, and she told me so he couldn't find me. Then she brought me into her room and told me to hide under her bed. All I focused on was getting under the bed, but when I turned my head I saw a huge window with the blinds open, revealing the center of the window. The old lady gasped and I wasn't sure what was happening until I saw his face in the window. She said, "It's too late. He knows where you are."
I woke up and gasped. I was so scared I didn't want to go back to sleep, but then I saw the closet door open and he was standing there. The room was so small that there was no way I could get out without being beside him. He kept smirking, like telling me he got me. I knew if he was going to come get me, that was going to be the last night of my life. I don't know why, even to this day, but I just knew, but when I turned the light on he was gone.