I was awakened in the middle of the night by a beast which had entered my bedroom.
Through the bars of my crib i could see the pitch black fur against the drakness of the room. The beast was round like a ball, and hairy. It had neither a head nor legs, only a tail, flat and shaped like a leaf, stickning out from the top and slowly waveing back and forth. It was deadly quiet, waiting for me to touch the floor with my feet.
I reached out to touch the tail but at that moment, fear gripped a hold of me. I quickly pulled my hand back and curled up with the blanket over my head. In the morning when I awoke, the beast was gone.
– Martin Camitz, Stockholm