The Thing in My Living Room Waved Back

2 AM in a split-level Hawaii rental. Pee break. Didn’t shut the bathroom door—why would I? Then I saw it: a silhouette too deliberate to be shadow. Stick-limbed. Oversized head. Eyes like oil pits. We locked stares for three heartbeats. I stood (pants up, fight mode on) and it waved—not friendly. Not threatening. Just… recognition. Like we’d both been caught in the same joke. Gone before I could lunge. No sound. No afterimage. Now I scan the floor at night. Not because I’m scared. Because I don’t want to miss it if it comes back. TL;DR: Either Hawaii’s nightlife is weirder than advertised, or something checked in on me. Still waiting for round two. *(Tell me I’m not the only one.) #NightVisitor #ShadowFigure #HawaiiEncounters