STORY 1: When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I was at a sleepover at a friend’s house. He lived in a ranch-style home with a pool in the backyard, surrounded by a large patio. The living room ran along the entire length of the pool and featured sliding glass doors that stretched the whole way, allowing the living room to open directly onto the patio.
We were hanging out in there, watching movies and having fun, until his parents told us it was late and time to go to bed.As we were leaving the room, my friend reached over to turn off the lights.
Once the reflections disappeared from the glass doors, we saw a man standing on the patio across the pool, just staring at us.We immediately freaked out, screamed, and ran to his parents. But when they came back to check the living room, the man was gone.
