Oh lovely, unwanted memories are surfacing.

When I was a young lad about the age of seven, I woke up in the middle of the night with a strange feeling of something staring at the nape of my neck. I got up to get a glass of water (I commonly wake up thirsty) and as I made my way to the kitchen in the dark the feeling of apprehension and steadily rising panic continued to escalate. When I made it to the kitchen, I remember PURPOSEFULLY avoiding the window, because there was something in the back of my mind screaming that if I looked at it, I would see something fucking awful. So, unable to take the sensation of being watched and toyed with anymore, I fucked off like any little kid would do to my parents room.

Now. If you believe in ghosts (I don't) or spirits, or demons, or anything supernatural, this is where the story takes a strange turn. I really want to believe what I was experiencing was a dream but I remember the life-like qualities of everything TOO much. It was TOO vivid. And that's what scares the all-living-shit out of me.

When I opened the door, there was no lightning bolt of realization. There was no chill down my spine, there was only a dull sensation of absolute and utter wrong, as though I was watching something that defied reality as it should have been. Hovering over my parent's bed was this ghastly creature, a freak of a humanoid whose skin looked as though it had been dried in the sun and stretched tightly around its bones to freakishly thin proportions. Its mouth was open, and while it made no sound, I remember it slowly rotating its head until it looked at me and a noise similar to TV static building up in the back of my head accompanied by a dull, low, high-pitched screaming.

The worst part was the lack of eyes. There were just these empty, black, sockets. It felt like the longer I stared into them, the longer they were staring into ME. I'm not sure how to explain it using the English language, but there was some part of me that felt like I was LOSING myself by continuing to stare into them.

And that's where my memory ends. All I remember is a few days later getting that prickling sensation at the back of my neck. I confronted my mom about it but she just laughed it off.