>>4304919something moved in the far corner. I tried squinting at it. Something tall, very skinny, and black. It looked exactly like a stick figure a kid would draw---it would be almost comical if it werent so terrifying. And if you dont believe me I would understand. It moved across the room, striding slowly in a broken and stiff way, like a bad animation that was missing some key frames.
It walked/ limped across the room, as my terror built up and I tried to comprehend what exactly I was looking at. I wanted to say something, to do something, but I couldnt.
Reaching my bed, it turned around to look at me. The face was round and featureless, save 2 dots for eyes and a long mouth that widened into a smile. It sat down on the empty space on my bed, and reached out with one of its arms. It had many fingers, I couldnt count them. Dried, writhly fingers. It reached out and touched the soles of my bare feet. I could feel each finger, the dryness scraping against my sole, like worms digging for earth.
With a massive effort I broke out and screamed. And screamed even more. People sat up and someone ran to turn on the lights. There was nothing there. I was sweating and swearing I saw shit. I could still feel the physical sensation of it, like an echo that contorts onto itself.
I moved out to another bunk the next day. Ive had enough, my mental health was suffering. Out of the 12 original occupants, I was the 5th guy to do so. There was only 3 weeks left in our training but I didnt want to sleep there anymore.
