Your True Tales
September 2008 - Page 4
The Blue Man
by Amy
I'm not that type to believe in ghosts, demons, fairies, vampires, or anything like that. No, I'm too practical to believe in things like that. But to this day, I cannot be sure of that. Okay, so I wasn't visited by a ghost or a vampire. I was visited by a man. But I don't even know if he was a man... a real man.
It happened in the middle of the night in June of 2002. I was 8 years old, just sleeping in my bed. I had no idea that something strange was going to happen that night. For a second when I woke up, everything was normal. When I was younger, I would usually wake up in the middle of the night to use the toilet. But when I shifted onto my side to check the time on my clock on my nightstand, I was horrified. Crouching next to my bed was a man. I couldn't see his body, since he was crouching, and also because I was too entranced by his face. He had dark blue skin, and blue eyes that seemed to be reflecting a lot of light, as if the moon was shining on him. But my blinds were shut. And his hair was the darkest shade of black I've ever seen. It was very straight, and it looked somewhat soft. It was split down the middle and stopped short at his shoulders.
I didn't know what to think, what to do. I was petrified, not amazed. The blue man did not budge. He did not blink. He just stared at me, so all I could do to escape his penetrating eyes was to shift back onto my back and cover my face with my blanket. I dared not turn to the other side of the bed in fear that he'd be there, too.
I called for my mom, which I usually did anyway, so she could turn the hall light on because I was scared of the dark. She came, acted like nothing was happening and it was all just a normal night. I didn't act strange either, just ran to the restroom to pee. When I came back to my bed, the mysterious blue man was gone. I went to sleep, lying on my back so I couldn't see him at the side of my bed.
The next morning, I asked my mom if she remembered me calling her that night. She said no. I was surprised, and I told her about what had happened. She thought it was just a silly dream. But I know it wasn't. When I woke up that night, everything in my room was exactly how it was and should be. When my mom had come to turn on the lights, she was wearing the same pajamas she had worn to bed that night. It couldn't have been a dream. That's impossible.
From that night on, I never dared to sleep on my side, just in case I'd wake up to see that blue man staring at me. That's the last time it happened, and I never thought about it until I was on this website and talking to my friend about "weird things." Was he a man? A type of blue demon? I don't even know what demons look like. Whatever it was, that's one night I can never forget.
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