When I was 13, I lived with my grandmother just the two of us. We had bedrooms at each end of the house, it seemed like if I got scared it would take a year to run to her room. One night we had both fell asleep at about 9:00 p.m. that night, at about 1:00 a.m. I was awakened to my dresser drawers opening and slamming shut. I sat up in bed really fast, as I looked toward the sound I heard heavy footsteps walking towards my bed. I jumped out of bed and ran as fast as I could to where my grandmother was sleeping and woke her up. I told her there was someone in my room, we both walked back to my room only to discover no one had been in there and my dresser looked as if it had never been disturbed. Needless to say I never slept alone in that room again.