By the Bedside

By Caroline

When I was about 5 years old, I started waking up in the middle of the night, seeing shadows at my bedroom door. Each time I would wake up my parents, and they would show me that nothing was there. Then, about three weeks after I saw the first shadow, I saw a figure of a dark man sitting by my bedside table. It was in the middle of a thunderstrom, and a crack of lightening lit up my room, but the spot where the figure was stayed dark. I thought this was strange, because my bedside table, where the figure was sitting was by the window. I called out in a terrified voice, "Dad? Is that you?" I got no answer, but I could sense that it wasn't my dad. A few minutes later, I looked where the figure was, but it was gone. Now I have creaky hardwood floors that are impossible to not make noise on, especially at night. I hadn't heard anything. To this day, I still see those shadows at my door.