When I was seven, I had a sleepover at my friend's house. After everyone else was asleep (I was still awake) I heard a noise and looked up and saw that my friend's bedroom door had come open. I didn't think anything of it.
A few minutes later, I heard the noise again. I looked up and saw a 1-foot-tall fuzzy creature (no arms, legs, or head) come out of my friend's room. It came out and stopped in front of the room I was in and looked at me. It then crawled into the kitchen and disappeared. I slammed the door shut and sat in the corner shaking for a few minutes.
Later I asked my friend if he saw it. He said no. I never saw it again. I'm glad I didn't.
Sent in by Winston Dobson, Copyright 2011
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