Spaghetti, written by Tacos Polokos.

The stairs to my attic had smelled like burnt hair for three days.

Extremely odd because it was just that area and I have a very old, drafty house.

On day four, I came home from work just before midnight and as soon as I walked through the door, I felt like I had someone standing over my shoulder, breathing down my neck.

The feeling was so strong that I opened my medicine cabinet so the mirror was against the wall.

I also showered with a shower curtain open because I had a powerful need to see the room.

After a shower, I was a little less on edge

until I walked past my four-year-old daughter's room. The door was closed, but I heard her talking in her

sleep. Then I heard a loud crash. I slowly opened the door to find her sleeping on top of the

covers, and the pile of stuffed animals she insisted on sleeping with scattered across the room.

I turned the light on low, looked around the room, and checked her breathing.

All seemed well, so I went to bed.

The next morning I asked her if she had a bad dream.

She said,

Yeah, there was a man with no arms and sauce on his face, and he kept laughing at me.

I told him to go away, but he wouldn't.

Then an arm came out of the wall, threw me into the ceiling, and I crashed back down on my

bed and went back to sleep. Me. Sauce on his face? Her. Yes, red like spaghetti. I was about,

this was about four years ago.

It wasn't the first paranormal occurrence to happen, just the one that scared me the most.

One night my two and a half-year-old son woke my husband and I up when he crawled into our bed.

I couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to work on a project in my craft room.

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