You don't have to believe me, but this is a totally true story. When I was about 9 years old my family and I moved to a house in a small town called Fergus. It was a beautiful house, so big and clean. Remember I was only 9 and I was small for my age. The first night I had to sleep on an air matress in the den. My brother, Chase, was in the living room with my sister, Beyonca, and my other brother, Sam. They slept there because they were aloud to stay up later than me and wanted to sleep there. So anyways I'll get to the point. In the middle of the night I woke up and had to use the restroom. When I was in there I heard a mysterious noise, but thought nothing of it. Once I got out I went downstairs and saw a tall man. He was coming twords me so I ran to the living room and woke up Chase, since he was the oldest, and told him about my odd expierience. He went to check on it and said he saw nothing and told me it was probably a nightmare. So I grabbed my air mattress and went to the living room. I woke up again and saw the same man. I couldn't talk or let alone scream. He told me that I was to be a good girl while he was watching me. He also told me how bad my brothers were and that he was going to kill them. He came closer to me and grabbed my arm and lifted me up and was about to throw me but Beyonca woke up and screamed. Everyone woke up and he disappeared. The next morning my mom took us out of that house and rented a hotel. Her and my dad sold the beautiful house and bought a new one since they didn't want anyone to get hurt. That is all I remember about the man in Fergus.