<human>: So here's the deal, when I was around eight years old, I was sitting in the back of my mother's minivan. It was night time and I could clearly see the reflection of my face in the window as the street lights passed. As it would happen, one passed by, only this time it was clearly not my reflection, but that of creature that I still remember vividly. It's skin was wrinkled and light brown, (imagine a brown paper bag that had been wrinkled and flattened many times, until it was soft) it's "eye sockets" were elongated diamond shaped slits, completely void of any matter, as were it's "nostril" slits, and its black slit of a "mouth", atop it's head was a small tufft of feathery orangi-sh red "hair".

I leaped to the passenger seat, crying and terrified. My mother coddled me, but at this point I think she chucked it all up to an overactive imagination.

This event lead to about eleven terror-stricken years of similar incidents. I become an insomniac, too afraid to close my eyes at night, went through a bout of unexplained illness that put me in the hospital for two weeks, and the worst part of it all was there was absolutely no explanation for any of it. I was completely sound minded, normal, happy, and totally healthy.

I have done some research, and I would have assumed Night Terrors was what this might have been, but in almost every incident, like the first, I was completely awake.

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<bot>: I began seeing "demonic" creatures when I was eight years old, and completely awake. I still can find no explanation for it.