One night I was asleep in my bed. It was a dark and stormy night. I was having a hard falling asleep. I felt like something was watching me. I just didn't feel right. All of a sudden my closet opened, and a boy stepped out. He said come play with me. I was so creeped out that I felt like I was going to puke. Every night he would come back, getting closer and closer every time. I hated it. His laugh was so high pitched. I didn't sleep for months. It was the worst. I told my parents but all they said was that I was dreaming. It got so bad that I slept in the living room. He always came back. One night he told me to follow him. So I did hoping it would stop. Then he took me to the dump and said that I belong here because I'm a piece of trash. I told him I wasn't but he wouldn't stop. I ran home as fast as I could. Every night he kept getting creepier and creepier until it stopped. A month later we moved because my parents started having stuff happen to them. Then finally when we moved it stopped.

Story is told by SuperA_15


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