A friend of mine told me a very interesting story and I asked him if I could share it. With his permisssion I am printing the story here.

When Gary was eight years old he lived in a house in Wynantskill, New York with his parents and siblings. At the time he stayed in the back bedroom across from the bathroom. On many different nights Gary would see something standing in his closet that appeared to actually look like a coat although he figured it wasn’t. It appeared gray in color as it stood there.

One night Gary awoke and saw a very bright light in his doorway. Not thinking much of it at first he figured it was the bathroom light on although the bathroom light had never burn that brightly. He sat up in bed and the brightness moved to the bottom corner of his bed where at appeared as the gray hooded image he had often mistaken for a coat in his closet while laying in bed at night. Fearful as he sat there he blinked and within that short blink of an eye it moved to the side of his bed and then on top of him. He didn’t feel afraid because he thought it was evil but because he was a child of eight and didn’t know what this was. He felt as though he couldn’t breathe momentarily. It finally went away.

One night while drinking with his brother they got joking and telling ghost stories until the conversation came to a point where his brother got very serious. Gary asked his brother what was wrong and he told him that he had seen this thing sitting next to Garys bed a few times at night watching him but he was unable to move.