Dark - 
I remember being in my bed, and this shadow starting slithering up my wall. It wasn't like a shakey kind of shadow, there was something about it that distinguished it as some sort of living entity. He was almost dancing in a rhythmic fashion. Something compelled me to stand up in my bed and face the strange being, and then the next thing I remember is lying in my bed in sheer terror, screaming for my mom. The scariest part is that it happened again, I think either the next night or the night after. My uncle put me to bed, and I begged him not to close the door out of fear of it happening again. He compromised by leaving the door cracked, but somehow I knew it wasn't going to be good enough. Sure enough, as soon as he left, the shadow man starts slithering up the wall adjacent my bed. And again, although I remembered the terror I felt just a night or two prior, I rose to meet him. The exact same thing happened. I would chalk it all up as a bad dream, but it left an impression on me unlike any nightmare I've ever had. For years, even, to an extent, to this day, I refused to face the wall next to my bed when I slept out of fear of the same thing happening. I remember my mom trying to play the CD that I was listening to when it happened at nap time. "Don't play that! That's the song that makes the shadow come!" I don't remember much of anything from my life, but I have to say that experience stands out clearer and more complete than any other from my early childhood. 

Roby – USA