It was 1983 I was playing a bourd game in my basement. I heard a strange noise coming from the attic. I decided to investigate so I climbed the ladder and opened the door. I heard breathing. I was scared. I knew something was up there with me. I felt goosebumps at the back of my neck. I crept closer and closer and the noise got even louder as crept closer. It was nothing I went downstairs. I went outside and decided to take a walk in the forest. I heard the noise again I ran as fast as I could then I realised I was lost. I looked for any signs of places. That’s when I saw was a bike in a tree.