When I was about 5 yrs old, it was a cold night and my parents had the oven on with the door open to keep the apartment warm while we slept, because we didn't have any other heat. I woke up to a commotion. The kitchen was on fire and my dad was franticly trying to put it out. At the foot of my bed, about 7 foot tall and darker than the darkness in the room stood a slender, robed figure. It was looking at the fire and then it turned its hooded head to look at me. There was no face; just blackness. I had no voice. My dad got the fire out and the figure suddenly disappeared.
2006-08-31
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