Your True Tales
January 2007 - Page 9
Who Was That Figure?
by Kevin
One morning I returned home after taking my wife to work (her car was in the shop), and since she started work at 5:00 a.m. I got home in time to grab a couple z's before I had to get up for work. First I set the alarm and then I jumped into bed. I lay there for maybe ten minutes and was just starting to drift off when I heard a click come from the bedroom door. I was on my back, so it was easy to open my eyes and look right at the door to see what caused it.
It was still dark in the room with a very faint light coming from downstairs shining into the hallway. So when the door swung open, that very, very faint light bled into the room. I could see what I thought to be my teenage son walking into the room. He was dressed nicely, which I thought was very odd, with what looked like a tan patterned shirt tucked in and his hair combed. He looked like he was dressed to go somewhere, except it was six in the morning! For whatever reason, I didn't ask him what he wanted. Instead I just wanted to watch him, wondering why and what he was up to.
He walked very deliberately across the foot of the bed and stopped on the other side where my wife sleeps. The light that was present in the room wasn't much, and when he walked to the corner of the bed, he was basically in the dark. He started to look toward the bed, as if my wife was lying there; he never once looked at me. He slowly moved into a deep black shadowy portion of the room between the bed and the wall.
As I lay there still looking at him, he faded into the shadow. I strained my eyes to pick up his figure in the darkness but I couldn't. So I sat up in the bed to look a little closer, but he was gone! My first thought was that he saw me looking at him so he got down on his knees and crawled out of the room, so I quickly moved to the end of the bed to catch him before he escaped out the door. But there was nothing there; he was totally gone.
I got up and turned the light on and quickly looked around the room. There was no way he got out of the room without me seeing him! I looked toward the master bath, but the French doors were closed. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I went out of the room and looked around the hallway... nothing. I then walked downstairs and into the kitchen where he was standing in his underwear, no shirt and his hair all messed up and looked like he just got out of bed. There is no way he got downstairs, removed his cloths and messed his hair up in that amount of time. I asked him if he was just in my room and he said no, he just got up to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water. I told him what just happened and it scared him so much he almost threw up!
So who was that figure in my bedroom? I still have no idea!
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