I was quietly sleeping in my room, and like all six year olds, I had my mom leave the door open. I was awaken by something that I cannot recall anymore. First, I looked at my clock to see that it was only midnight. I rubbed my eyes and turned over, facing my door. I looked out into the hallway to see a mexican-looking man at the end. He was wearing all white. I was, of course, scared out of my mind. I could not speak or move. Then, I suddenly got a burst of strength and turned around to look for my baby's first camera. I could not find it so I looked back to see him covered in blood. When I say covered, I mean I could still see the white outfit, but there were streams of blood flowing down his body. I then realized that this was no person in my house. I almost started to cry when I blinked twice. The first, half of his body and gone. The second, he had disappeared.
I ran out of my bed room to go find my sister. Her friend, Nikki, was staying over and they had camped out in the living room. I went to talk to Nikki about the ghost I had just seen. She said that nothing was there and to lie on the couch. So I did and the entire time, I felt like something was watching me.
To this day his image still haunts me. And to this day no one believes me.
Since then I have had very odd feelings every once in a while. The same exact feelings I felt when he was watching me slumber.
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