This happened quite a while ago but still I remember every single detail. (Please excuse my bad english).
A little background to the story. I'm 16 now and I was about 8 years old at the time this happened. I lived in Pretoria, South Africa in a small neighborhood in a big house. Our house had two stories and a basement. Obviously the basement was underground. The living room, the kitchen, the dining room, a bathroom and the study was on ground floor. All of our bedrooms and a bathroom was on the second floor, mine, my two sisters', and my parents' bedroom.
It was an ordinary day - school, homework, playing outside with some friends. But before I had my experience a few things happened that looked as if it built up to the main event, like objects in my room being moved, scratches on the walls that I heard and there was even something that threw a heavy book at me from the other side of my room from my windows' side when I was practicing my reading while I was laying on my bed. And it couldn't have been the wind because my windows and curtains were closed.
I also crashed into my closet once from my bed that was about 2 metres away from the closet. I didn't tell my parents about it because I was afraid they were going to say that I'm just imagining things and that I'm just crazy and that I was lying to them. So I just thought to myself that maybe I fell, although I was really scared, but I just ignored the fact that I was actually sitting on my double bed (My parents' got a new bed and since I was the oldest of 3 I got their old bed). I was facing the window where my closet was behind me, and there is no way that by sitting on my bed I could fall and crash into the closet with my whole body on the other side of the bed with an extra 2 metres between the bed and the closet. It was almost as if something really strong picked me up and threw me against my closet.
Now this is what my story is about, it was a really vivid experience - A few months later, I woke up late at night and I knew it was late because usually my parents went to bed near midnight and all the lights were off so they had to be asleep (if the lights were on you could've seen it from my room since my room was the first one you can see when you walk up the stairs). It was a while after I was thrown against my closet so I forgot about that as time passed by.
I heard footsteps coming up from the stairs, then I saw this very tall shadow (it was way too long to be human) coming up from the stairs. I could see his red eyes, it came into my room stopping at my door. I just stared at it and after a few minutes it approached me then it just stood next to me, then sat down on my bed staring at me. I heard this deep menacing laugh. I was terrified, I didn't know what to do. I started crying while I was looking at him. I couldn't take my eyes off him, then I heard my parents getting up and came to my room.
The shadow was still there staring at me, up until my dad put on the lights. The shadow vanished right before my eyes! When my mom asked what happened and I explained she said I was imagining things, but by the look on her face I knew that she knew something I didn't. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. And the only way I saw a shadow in the dark was his eyes and that he was actually darker than the dark in our house.
Days after that happened we moved out of the house to go live with my grandparents until we found a new house.
Thanks for reading my story and feel free to comment since I love hearing thoughts of other members of this site and thanks for your time.