"One night I walked across the street to my mother's house to bum a cigarette from my brother," writes Robert. "It was about eleven o'clock at night, so it was pretty dark. As I'm walking up the driveway, I see a shape of a person coming toward me and pass me, almost bumping in to me. After a few seconds I realized that no one visits this late, so I turn around and yell out to the person, 'Hey!' He stops, turns around and, it being so dark, I can't make out who it is. I say rudely, 'Who the hell are you?' He starts walking back toward me and I to him...." Was that a mistake? Read the rest of Robert's encounter with this being.