Burial - 
When I was like 5, I woke up and looked at the floor and saw a creepy thin hand sticking out from under the bed. Then this giant black figure appeared like a shadow over me and I felt like it was trying to take me somewhere. I woke up again and hid behind the curtains 'till my parents finally came home and found me. Don't remember anything between hiding and being found.

You know, honestly, the creepiest thing that ever happened was when I had dissociated at my dads' funeral. I was really young, and somehow I ended up climbing into his casket at the funeral trying to give him a flower, and I just remember him not responding and I felt like I was floating over my self. Looking down at my self in the casket with him. I don't even know if it's a real memory since I was so young. As for the shadow figure, I don't remember if he had a face or not, but it seemed liked a hooded figure. Life is fucking wild man.

Tailor – USA