Added April 19, 2004
Tall Man at My DoorRate this encounter: Patti Henderson, Tampa, Florida, 1978 or 79, firstname.lastname@example.org
One summer night around 1978 or 79', when I was around eight or nine years old, I encountered someone standing in the doorway of my bedroom. I was sound asleep when for no reason at all I just woke up. I pick up my Sesame Street book and started to read it when I looked over to the door frame and there was this tall man (almost the height of the door frame) standing there looking at me. He said that I should not worry, he was not going to hurt me, he took two steps towards me and I began screaming for my parents. Before I knew it they were in my bedroom next to me. It was like "poof" he was gone, I did not see him leave.
My parents tried to get me out the bedroom, I went hysterical, I did not want to pass through where this man had been standing. My dad picked me up and took me into the family room. I sat on my mothers' lap having a nervous breakdown while my father was getting me some water to try and calm me down. I remember them talking about taking me to the emergency room because I lost it. I kept telling them over and over again that there was a man who was at my door and he vanished.
Finally, I was able to fall asleep in my mother and father bed, of course with them there. From that night on for about seven or eight years I slept with my parents. I am embarrassed that even into my teenage years I slept with my mother and father.
I never saw him again. I believe that he knew he terrified me and he never showed himself to me. To this day, I do not know who this man at my door was. thank goodness, because now at 33 years old I would still be terrified to see someone I know should be dead.