The following written confession was shared via Reddit:

When I was in high school, my younger brother and I shared a bedroom. His bed was on one side of the room and mine was on the other. My brother was an avid sleepwalker and would also talk in his sleep all of the time. Sharing a bedroom with him, it was unsettling at first, but I eventually got used to it.

One night, it’s about 3am and I suddenly wake up from a deep sleep, instantly alert. I had this urge to look towards my brother’s bed. I felt a presence in the room. When I turned my head, I saw a tall, skinny shadow/human-like figure and it was reaching it’s hand down towards my sleeping brother’s face. It’s hand got maybe an inch away before it’s head jerked to the side and looked at me starring at it, frozen. The shadow then faded and moved up into the air, vanishing through the ceiling.

Immediately, my brother shot up out of his bed, stood, and walked to the light switch. He turned it on and looked at me. In a very calm and solemn voice, he says, “Did you feel it? Did you feel the hand?” He then turned off the light and went back to his bed.

I hid under my covers the rest of the night. My brother doesn’t remember any of it.