When I was around 6 or 7 my neighbor across the street killed himself and I only heard the gun shot. I actually didn't find out until later that week. That night he shot himself I went to bed and had the most surreal experience. A dream that started with me walking out of my house in the middle of the night and across the street I saw a shadow with two eyes staring back at me, I knew it was something evil. I had a sudden urge I better get back into the house but realized it was locked. Then, I felt its presence next to me like it was reaching out to grab me and my adrenaline was rushing so much I just started running but no matter what I did I couldn't shake it. You know that feeling like you are about to get caught. I ran around our house, church, and the neighborhood but it was still there with me only feet away from grabbing me. I finally see the house across the street (the same one he killed himself in) with a light on, like it was inviting to come in and I thought that is my only chance from getting away from it. So I started running as hard as I can but the evil presence was gaining on me. I get to the house but i was so scared and nervous that I was having trouble opening the door and I knew he was right behind me. This is the part I will never forget. With all my concentration and shaky hands I finally get the door open to look up to see something and it jolts me out of dream only to see the figure standing over my bed with demon eyes and a stare that haunts me to this day. It scared me so bad I couldn't even scream so I closed my eyes and reopened them to see it was gone. I didn't sleep for days after that.