Years ago, as a child, I too had an experience with a hooded figure, but since I had a lot of nightmares, I was told that I hadn’t really seen anything. I slept in the same room as my parents. One night, I woke up to a dark hooded figure standing beside my bed looking down at me. Of course, I started to scream. This figure turned and walked away; only to disappear before getting out of the room.
After my parent’s jumped out of bed, they calmed my fears by telling me it was just another one of my dreams. I fell back to sleep only to wake up to this thing standing beside me again, bent over looking down at me. Again I screamed, and again my parents calmed me down, only this time my dad gave me a warning that if I screamed out again, he would give me the spanking of a lifetime. He had to go to work in the morning.
I fell off to sleep again. I awoke again with that hooded figure staring down at me. Remembering what my dad had said, I covered my head up, silently crying with terror and eventually fell off to sleep again. From that point on, I have always referred to that figure as the “dark man.”
I saw him off, and on, for many years. The last time he visited me was when I was sixteen. I haven’t seen him since—but he is out there.
Submitted by Anon.
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