When I was 8, I still slept in my parents room. One night I went upstairs and made my way towards my parents bedroom. I tried to open the bedroom door but it was locked so I decided to wait outside the door hoping my parents would open the door for some reason then I could come in. I should mention that my parents bedroom was about 5 feet away from the stairwell.
As I sat there I looked down the stairwell and there, staring at me was the face of a man with brown skin. I didn't realize what it was until later that night. I couldn't quite make out what it was exactly and didn't think much of it. Also, the lighting was dark where the face was making hard to see. I ignored it.
A few minutes later, I looked down there again and there it was, only closer. I figured at this point it was just one of my toys or something as I had many of them scattered across the floor. I ignored it once again and eventually fell asleep. I don't know exactly how long I was asleep but I know it wasn't long before I woke up feeling uncomfortable from sleeping on the floor. After I woke up, I tried to open my parents bedroom again. Locked. At that point I decided it was time to face facts, I had to sleep in my room.
As I got up, I looked down the stairwell one more time and there it was at the bottom of the stairwell. It was a face. A face of a person with brown skin. It had no eyes. I don't remember seeing a body on this face. I was horrified. I immediately dashed to my room, locked my door, jumped in bed, pulled the covers over my head, then fell asleep.
I never saw the face again, but the image will be forever burned into my brain.