The only one I've ever had (3 times total; about 10 years old) was one where I was sat on a low table facing the garden in my living room, with my mum doing embroidary on the sofa. I would hear the gardn gate open, and three white skined men in hoods and dressed entirely in black would start walking slowley to the back door. One would turn his face to me and he was comepletely faceless - no features at all. I would start to cry as I heard the back door open and my mum would ask me why I was crying, and I wouldn't be able to tell her. |
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