* this story is not mine *
My parents almost always share the bedroom unless one of them is sick or can't sleep or something like that. About three months ago my mom had an accident and hurt her foot and needed to sleep on the couch in the living room.
One morning I woke up and my dad told my mom and me a story of something that had happened the night before. My dad always makes the bed before lying down to go to sleep, and he always sleeps on the right side of the bed. That night he made the bed and got in to sleep. Nothing unusual happened the entire night, at least not that he could remember, but when he woke up he noticed that it looked like someone had slept on his side of the bed; the blankets were folded back and the pillows mussed like my mom usually leaves them.
My mom asked him if he'd gotten up in the middle of the night last night. He told her he hadn't. She said that while she was asleep on the couch, something compelled her to open her eyes. She saw a shadow of someone my dad's size watching her from the doorway to their bedroom. It stood there for several minutes then retreated back into the darkness and she fell back asleep.
