In my early teenage-years I was afraid of the dark, so I always kept the door out to our kitchen closed at nights. When the lights were shut off, and my family went to bed, I disliked the silence and darkness that fell over the house. The specific night I will tell about is burned into my mind for ever. Even now, many years later, I get cold inside when I am thinking of it. That night I went to bed late. I remember the wind blowing hard this night, throwing hailstones at my window. Because of the rough weather I felt rather tense, and doublechecked that the door was well shut. Then I went asleep. Sometime between 0300 and 0400 I woke up. All was silent and peaceful, but I got a tingling sensation running down my back, when I turned away from the wall to see that the door slowly, slowly opened. I remember that I got up from the bed and walked towards the door. For some reason I opened the door and looked out to our kitchen. It was dark. Then suddenly I saw something move in my right eyecorner. Two shapes - more like shadows - were slowly approaching. On top of the shadows I could see the features of human faces. My feet were frozen to the floor as I saw that one of the shadows was catching up with the other one. Suddenly, just before the shadow coming from behind reached him, the shadow in front raised his hand and pointed in my general direction.! I remember a feeling of flying - being pushed gently back through the door. The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning. The door was slightly open. I remembered what had happened, and told my parents. They only told me that dreams sometimes can be very realistic. I calmed down and tried to forget the whole incident. A few days later the big chill came. One of my brothers was walking down a set of stairs when suddenly some classmates came running behind him. One of the classmates bumped into my brother so he fell and broke his leg badly . When I heard about this, everything froze. I suddenly saw the face of the shadow who had pointed at me in a short flash. I remember the eyes. I can still see them when I close my own eyes. My brother looks at me. How it changed my life:I understood then that much is hidden.
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