so i woke up thinking about this one thing that happened once. it was in my last house. i was asleep in my loft and sleeping sound. this loft had a big window that looked right out to the top of this barn/shed. i woke with a start because i felt someone trace a finger up my leg, from my leg to my hip. when i woke i rolled over and saw a black figure, crouching down, perched on top of the barn.i felt like slapping myself to make sure i was awake. i closed my eyes and reopened them and it was still there. all black and moving within its self. this all happened on a road where i had some other scar things happen to me. and when i was lil i was always told that a witch" lived in that same house. i wonder what is was. whatever it was it was like being embraced by pure evil and i hated it.