Black Silhouette

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I once spent a weekend at my grandfather's house when I was eight. I was laying on the sofa, and went out like a light. When I woke up again, it was already night, and I saw the black silhouette of a man sitting on the sofa near my feet, looking RIGHT AT ME. I couldn't see his face, not even a trace of his features ... just the silhouette of a burly, bald man. I screamed for my mom, and she came to see what was going on. I told her, but she didn't take it seriously, thinking I had just dreamed the whole thing. But I know what I saw, and it was very real.

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