One night when I was 10, I was asleep in bed and was woken up by my bedroom door opening then someone sitting on my bed. I felt the graze on my leg and the bed sink as they sat. Thinking it was my mom having something to tell me, I open my eyes only to see a pale, eyeless (just black empty sockets) boy who seemed to be my age sitting at the foot of my bed with his legs crossed "staring" at me, or facing my direction since he had no eyes.

He then reached his hand toward me and he was holding what looked like a little black box. I was freaked out, but as I reached to grab it, he hesitantly pulled back. I reached out further for it and said "give it". As I did so, I blinked, and by the time I reopened my eyes, he was gone, the spot of the bed where was sitting lifted back into place but the imprint of someone sitting there was still present.

I told my mom in the morning and she was slightly freaked but assured me I was just dreaming.

Fast forward 5 years, I had my girlfriend over to do homework. After homework she took a nap while she waited for her parents to pick her up. When they arrived, I tried waking her to let her know. I nudged her, and she opened her eyes so sudden already looking in the direction of the corner of the room where the wall meets the ceiling, lifting her finger and pointed. And as fast as she woke, she fell asleep again. I attempted to wake her again. She came to full consciousness, and I asked her what the hell that was about and explained what she just did. She said, "oh I thought I was dreaming, but up on the wall I saw a little boy with no eyes just there in a 'Spider-man' pose staring at me" That's when I freaked out and told her the story, for the first time, of when I saw what I guessed was the same kid.

Fast forward another 5 years, still with the same girlfriend, and by this time we had a 2 year old daughter. We were living in my old bedroom at my parents house. My daughter would wake up at the same time every night and start talking. For a while we thought it was a normal baby thing, until I noticed it was almost the same conversation every night. I playfully asked her one night who she was talking to every night. She responded, "a little boy, he talks to me, he's nice. He's lost and looking for his mommy."

I told my mom what happened the next morning and before I got to tell her what I thought, she said "I remember when that happened to you, then your girlfriend, I have no idea what that is" By then, neither my girlfriend or I have seen the "little boy" after our first encounter, but my daughter continued her nightly conversations until we got our own place later that year.