It was about a month before my PawPaw passed away and I was staying with my aunt and uncle throughout the week so I could go to my junior high school and so that my MawMaw could go and stay with my PawPaw while he was in the hospital. I would stay with her on the weekends.
Anyway, I stayed in my older cousin's room while he was away to college. I really didn't make this room my own because I never knew how long I was going to be staying. My PawPaw was seriously ill with cirrhosis of the liver and emphysema and stayed in and out of the hospital. Well, this particular week, he was back in the hospital.
It was Sunday night and I went to bed around 9pm. My aunt, uncle and my other cousin was all in bed by 10. I always locked my door before I went to bed for some reason. I turned out the lights and fell right to sleep.
Around 3 am, I was awakened by the feeling that I was not alone in my bedroom. I laid there a couple of minutes with my eyes closed attempting to feel whatever or whoever was in my room. I didn't make a sound. I rolled over to my left and opened up my eyes. What I saw startled me, but didn't scare me.
There was this small figure, about three feet tall standing next to my bed. It looked like what a cherub would look like, but it was entirely black. Its skin looked like used motor oil and it was smiling at me. This thing looked just like Uncle Remus's tar baby from the old Disney movie. I tried to look at its eyes, but it seemed to look like the rest of it. It just stood there with that creepy smile. It didn't say a word and didn't move a muscle. I took a deep breath and put the sheet over my head and wanted God to take this thing away. I sat there for a minute and peeked out. I caught it as it made a break for my door. The door swung open and it disappeared out of it. The door closed, almost latching. I still wasn't scared out of my gourd. I was just wondering how that thing opened my locked door and got out. More importantly, I was wondering what that thing was!
When it was time to get up for breakfast, I asked my aunt, uncle and my other cousin if they were in my room playing a trick on me. They all said they were asleep and don't know what happened.
I still don't know what that thing was. My uncle had built their house around the area where American Indians once lived, because they've found pottery and arrowheads that would appear in the backyard after a rain.
Could this entity be a spirit of a long lost American Indian? Could it be one of their protective spirits? I will never know what that thing was.