Hooded Figure

So last night when I woke, probably because the downstairs neighbor had gone out the back door beneath my bedroom window to smoke, and I was thirsty and had to pee, for the first second I opened my eyes, I could “see” a hooded figure standing on the opposite side of the bed next to Mr. X. My first thought was, “Great. My old man really is old and the grim reaper is waiting for him,” but this figure had no sickle, and was wearing a brown robe, with a deep, deep hood. He was faceless. His face was just a black void. All energy of his presence had dissipated by the time I began to pee.

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