At the Foot of My Bed

This is the first of a series of stories about supernatural events. They are true, possibly true and out right fiction. I would like any who read them to guess for themselves and place their guesses in the comments of the applicable tale. Here we go.

Several years ago I lived in the room above my parents garage. I distasteful room for many reasons. It was a sauna in the scorching summer months and a meat locker through the bitter winter. This room is large enough for my parents to lodge at least two of us at a time. Simply, it was the boys room and had the accompanying chaos to match.

In addition to being the Boys' room it was the most isolated room in the house. It had its own stairwell leading up to it separate from the rest of the house. I guess that must have been a great motivating factor for my parents to shovel us off to this room.

It was rare to be alone in this room simply due to the fact my brothers and I had no where else to go in the house. Ah, one of the biggest pains of a large family.

One night, it had to be night due to the lack of light coming in from the window, I was quickly getting something from the the far side of my bed. Since it was a quick errand, i chose not to turn on the light. As I retrieved whatever it was that I was after, I looked to see a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. I called out to my brother thinking it had to be him. He responded from the stairwell.

Needless to say i ran from my dark room into the safety of the lit stairwell. That was the most frightening experience I ever had in that room and I sincerely hope it was the last time anyone has see such a thing their.