I am not the type to really become afraid of anything, but last night was a different night. It was around 2am when i decided to go down to get something to drink. I went down to the garage and the fridge we have there, for that is where we keep the majority of our beverages. I opened a bottle of water, took a small sip, and that is when i heard it. I heard this sound that sounded like heavy breathing mixed with a growl coming behind, i did not turn around to see whatever that thing may of been, but once i felt, what i assume his breath was on the back of my neck, i ran. I quickly ran out of the garage, closed and locked the door, and that is when i got a glimpse of it. It was tall, probably 5 or 6 inches taller than myself, it was onyx colored black and had no real features other than crimson eyes and large claws for figures. I quickly ran upstairs, faster than i have ever ran before, pulled out a multi-tool, and pulled out the blade. I sat in the corner for what i think was an hour, and i decided to go to bed. However that wasn't the end of it. I was laying down on my pillow when i heard the same sound, and felt the same breathing. All i did was grip the knife and recited any random bible verse that came to mind, after about 4. maybe five minutes it stopped, and i assumed walked away. I am not one to make bull# stories as a means of attention, but whatever i experienced that night, will haunt me for the rest of my days.
Originally posted by derickonfire
We're all visited, every night.
The Sandman is a mythical character in Northern European folklore who brings good dreams by sprinkling magical sand onto the eyes of children while they sleep at night.
There is nobody in the world who knows so many stories as Ole-Luk-Oie, or who can relate them so nicely. In the evening, while the children are seated at the table or in their little chairs, he comes up the stairs very softly, for he walks in his socks, then he opens the doors without the slightest noise, and throws a small quantity of very fine dust in their eyes, just enough to prevent them from keeping them open, and so they do not see him. Then he creeps behind them, and blows softly upon their necks, till their heads begin to droop. But Ole-Luk-Oie does not wish to hurt them, for he is very fond of children, and only wants them to be quiet that he may relate to them pretty stories, and they never are quiet until they are in bed and asleep. As soon as they are asleep, Ole-Luk-Oie seats himself upon the bed.