When I was growing up, my mom and I lived in a one bedroom apt where my mother slept in the bedroom and I slept in the living room. First of all, I was about 7 or 8 and I felt abandoned by my mother even though we lived in the same apt.
She was always separated from me in one way or another. At night time was very scary for me because my mother enjoyed the television in here room while I slept, or tried to sleep in the living room.
This is the 70s and we or should I say, she had a small black and white television set which she would enjoy and close her bedroom door, leaving me alone to listen to the building creak and settle and hear the upstairs neighbors above us walking around and making noise upstairs.
Many a nights I would talk to myself like kids do before actually falling asleep. Well one night while laying in the bed, I was doing my regular tossing and turning before going to sleep when I noticed to the left of me, there was a grayish green man/boy laying in the bed with me.
I wasn't scared or anything. I remember it as clear as rain. He wasn't talking out loud if I do remember. He was a friendly type but after a while, I wanted him to get out of my bed because i was ready to go to sleep, but he wouldn't leave. I told him that if he didn't get out of my bed, I was going to bite him but that didn't deter him from leaving. Now picture this.
I am in the bed and this thing is to my left laying next to me and on the other side of him is the wall because the bed is up against the wall. When I went to bite him, he screamed and his scream went around the room through the walls and it was loud. I followed the scream as it went around the walls and then i jumped out of my bed scared as hell.
When I bit him, I had the taste of burnt rubber in my mouth then ran into the bathroom to look at my tongue and mouth. I then went to pee because i was so scared. Something told me to knocked or bang on my mother's bedroom door to let her know what had happened but for some reason, I thought that I would get in trouble for disturbing her while she was watching television and that she wouldn't believe me.
Needless to say, I was so scared to go to sleep but I do believe that I DID tell my mother in the morning but as usual she didn't have any comforting words but I never forgot this. Don't know if it was a ghost, a spirit or what, but I do know that whatever it was, it scared the living shit out of me.