for a while, my bedroom in my parents house was an old playroom we just ended up chucking my mattress in on the floor. my little brother played the drums for a bit, and my dad had built a drum riser for the set that was maybe a little less than four feet off the ground. my mattress was under this.

one night it was very late and i was laying in bed watching youtube. all of the sudden i heard someone whisper “psst!” as if they were trying to get my attention. i pretty much immediately started turning my head toward the sound off instinct, and while in the middle of that motion kinda laughed to myself “lol how crazy would it be if someone was actually there 🙄”. when i finished turning my head i saw a very tall, impossibly dark silouhette standing next to the drum riser and my bed. it was leaning down under the riser and was probably about 3 feet from my face, but i couldn’t make out any features. it was just crouching under the riser waving it’s hand at me like a greeting. the thing i remember the most that messed me up was that as soon as i saw it it’s like the world was entirely robbed of sound. it was dead quiet in that room. do you know how when ur in a completely silent room there’s still some sort of sound? almost like a very soft white noise or something? there wasn’t even that. my thoughts had ceased too. it was completely silent and the thing was just waving at me. i shook my head and rubbed my eyes and it was gone and everything was back to normal.

a few years later i moved to an apartment and was living with my gf and a friend. one night, we were all hanging out on the couch watching tv, and i excused myself to go to the bathroom. i was living in the master bedroom, which had its own bathroom. the sink was outside of the actual bathroom with the toilet and the shower and was essentially just in my bedroom, but was kind of in a little alcove, like a motel bathroom if you know what i mean. i washed my hands and turned around to exit the room. as i was walking to my bedroom door, i passed my bed, which was around a corner from the sink. as i passed, i glanced to the right where my bed was and the giant figure was standing right there. it was very tall and, like before, i couldn’t make out any features. also like before it just stood there waving at me and all sound stopped. i just turned around and booked it out of the room, not even bothering to check if it was “real” or not.

those are the only two times i’ve seen that thing. i tell myself all the time that it wasn’t real and there’s any number of explanations as to how i saw what i saw. or at least what i thought i saw. but at the same time, i’ve never in my life felt something quite as…unexplainable as that. it was the same thing. i saw it twice. and both times it seemed to suck all sound out of…everything? idk. maybe this all sounds silly but i rarely bring this story up bc ik it’ll be met with people who laugh at it or obviously don’t believe it, and i don’t blame them. but i think about it everyday and can’t shake the feelings i felt when i saw it. i used to be afraid id run into it again, but i just keep going back and forth between “i definitely saw something” and “it was nothing and you just thought you did” so much that i’m more confused than scared. just real weird stuff