Just to let you, the reader know, everything you are about to read is 100% real.
This story takes place around 20 years ago in a small town in Georgia called Quitman. I was living with my mother, father and my older brother who, at the time, was having one of his friends spending the night. His friend, I'll call him J, was a bit of a jock. He'd purposely pick on me because I was younger and weaker than him, and my brother would just laugh it off. So after a day of being bullied and picked on, I was ready to just fall asleep and wake up to J being gone.
Later that night, I'm sound asleep, when a strange sound stirs me awake. It's probably 2-3 in the morning so I'm sure everyone is sound asleep. I crack my eye open just enough to look around my room. My room has a door to the left of the room leading to the bathroom, and through the bathroom leads to my brothers room, where him and J were sleeping. I slept with the bathroom light on because I was a little kid and terrified of the dark, so the light of the bathroom was lighting up my room enough for me to see the entirety of the front of my room.
As I'm scanning my room, I noticed someone standing next to my bed looking at me. In my half sleep state, I'm thinking it's my brother or J trying to mess with me. I sleepily try to ask "What do you want?" obviously still annoyed by them messing with me earlier that day. But when I tried to talk, nothing came out, my mouth wouldn't move. That's when I noticed my body isn't moving, and I'm now fully awake, my eyes still only cracked open slightly. That's when I realized to my shock, the person standing next to my bed…it wasn't my brother or J.
Finally able to 'see' what it was, it was only a black mass with faintly glowing red eyes. And it was staring at me. Not moving. Just standing inches from my bed, it's head the only thing bent over. It then slowly started leaning down, it's eyes seeming to glow brighter as it got right next to my head, what sounded like feint whispering filling my ears. I closed my eyes tight trying to tell myself 'this isn't real. This isn't real. It's just a bad dream!' the whispering getting louder and louder, feeling the thing nearly inches from my face.
I don't know when exactly I fell asleep, but I must have, because next thing I know, I'm waking up with the sun shining in my window. To this day, I don't know what that was, or what it wanted, but I'll never forget it no matter how much I wanted to.