So first off I'd like to tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 17 year old guy who has lived with my dad all my life and like to collect knives and other weapons like that. That being said, I've never really been scared of anybody, I was taught that if you got in a fight and lost, you take it like a man.
With this in mind, this is my story. It was about 2 or 3 years ago and I was living in my current house. Me being the teenager I am, I like to stay up late at nights and sleep in the next day. Well on this particular night, I was sitting in my room watching tv at about 1 in the morning. My tv wasn't turned up loud so I wouldn't wake my dad. While I was sitting on my bed, I had heard heavy foot steps walking up and down the hall that all the bedrooms were at the end of. Well I figured my dad was going to get some water or something. The only thing was that I heard the foot steps 3 or 4 different times.
So after the last time coming towards the bedrooms, I grab my big knife (having about a 6 inch blade on it) thinking there was an intruder in my house. I walk outside my bedroom and look down the hall to see a dark figure standing about 3 feet from me. As I call out to it, asking who he was and why he was in my house, it turned around. Now as I said earlier, I've never been afraid of anybody, but this figure instilled real fear in me. If I were to describe it as I would a man, he would've probably been 6 foot 5 inches and about 250 pounds. And his eyes, I still see his eyes in my dreams every now and then. His eyes were almost crimson red and it felt like they burned into my very soul. I never felt fear like that and still haven't to this day. Even though it was so long ago, I still remember every detail and see him in my dreams every once in awhile.