All I know is he was under my bed

This happened to me when I was 6 or 7. It was the middle of the day. I was playing in my bedroom. I looked up from playing with my dolls and saw a head peek out from under my bed. I probably would’ve forgot all about it by now if it wasn’t so strange. All I remember was a messy head of hair and beedy eyes. I shrieked as he quickly crawled out from under my bed and took off running. By the time I reached my mom in the kitchen, he was already gone. My mom searched the house and didn’t find anyone.<br><br>I don’t know how he got there. We didn’t have any windows open nor did we ever keep the front or back door unlocked. My mom never mentioned anything about it again. We lived in a safe neighborhood. The most we’d see were kids playing tag or couples walking their dogs. We lived in a tiny house so my mom was always home. I don’t know if she was in denial or just didn’t want to scare me but it just seemed to be shrugged off. It’s been 40 years and all I know is he was under my bed.