So about two years ago I lived in a house near the [Alaska] Junction. It was a pretty old house—about seventy years old, although it had been renovated a lot. Anyways, it was late at night, and I couldn’t sleep. I got the feeling that someone was watching me, so I looked around my room, and noticed there was someone in my doorway. It was a man in a suit, and he was staring at me with a blank expression on his face. If I had been less tired I probably would have screamed, but it was very late and in my sleep deprivated state I decided to try and talk to him. So I got out of bed, but as soon as I set my foot down, a hand emerged from under my bed and grabbed my foot. I gasped and kicked it away and got back into bed, deciding it was probably better not to talk to him anyways. So he continued staring at me and I stared back, and then, out in the hallway, I heard someone start to cry. I peered around the man and saw a little girl with her head spinning above her body, sitting down and sobbing in the hallway. I hid under my blankets until it was morning and they faded away. Probably my scariest paranormal experience to this day.