My parents had just put me to bed. I was in my pitch black room. I could hear crunching and rustling from outside my bedroom window. I could hear tapping from tree branches against my wall.
From in the hall I could hear footsteps, they were getting louder and louder. From the bottom of my door I could make out feet. I could see mr door handle twist one way and then the other. My bedroom door started, very slowly opening...
And then I saw a bright light, shining in my eyes. A black figure walked right up to my bed. It was just standing there.
By Holly M