Originally Posted by
Harlequin
When I was about 13/14, I went to a friend's sleepover. We stayed up all night in the downstairs living room. In the morning (7am), my friends went upstairs to start getting dressed; I was left alone. As I was about to leave the living room, I saw a man, dressed entirely in black, staring at me through the gap in the door. I looked again about ten seconds later, and he was gone. I ran upstairs and found two of my friends talking in the bedroom. One of them looked upset, so I asked her what was wrong; she said she'd seen a man, dressed in black, looking at her through the crack in the bedroom door. My friend's house was very small, and only her mother was home. It can't have been a burglar because we would have crossed paths; it all happened within about twenty seconds. Needless to say, we never went back.