A couple of years ago
I was out of my province (I'm Canadian, incidentally) with my best friend and his family, staying in a nice little cabin. Well, everybody had a room to themselves except for me, I had a fold-out futon couch, in the living room area, which had windows all over (and I've never really liked unshuttered windows at night)

I slept well enough, occaisionally sharing my bed with their small dog, occaisionally having the thing to myself. Except one night, where I awoke, and the moon must have been full or something, for there was just enough light for me to make out a massive man-shaped shadow. At the foot of my bed.

Needless to say, I was scared shitless and spent the next four hours, terrified of sleeping, playing my friend's Gamecube on his TV.
Terrified, I played that Gamecube without moving for several hours, never once taking my eyes off that screen for fear I might see this visitor again.
My friend's mom eventually found me staring at the TV and she was able to convince me that sleep was, in fact, a good thing.
(UndeadChicken Eating poultry farmers since 1987, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 12:10, Reply)