The first time i ever saw him was when i was 12 years old. Mr. Sandman... Hes my poltergeist. he first started in my dreams but then he came to life. every morning i wake up with scratches on my back, a bloody nose, and ringing in my ears. but the thing is, i'm not bothered by him. Hes the only "being" that has ever been in my life for more than 20 minutes. well, 2 years actually. i don't normally talk to my parents about this stuff because they're super religious, but i may have fell in love with my poltergeist. someone help.