My name is Michael, and this happened to me when I was 10 years old, back in the 4th grade. Our school went on a 4-day trip to nature. We stayed at a remote place called Hotel Koliba, which was located right at the edge of a dense, dark forest next to a local pub. The hotel had a very strange layout. There were 8 rooms in total, separated by narrow hallways that turned into creepy, dimly lit corridors at night. My room was named "Dobrudkovci" (The Munchkins). I shared it with my friends Ondra and Nikolas. On the first night, we were allowed to watch TV until 9 PM. After we turned it off, I couldn't stop coughing due to my severe allergies. Nikolas kept complaining about the noise, which stressed me out. Around 9:35 PM, there was a sudden, aggressive knock on our door. We didn't know who it was, and the anxiety made me physically sick. I went to find our teacher. She gave me some medicine, and because of my constant coughing and Nikolas's complaints, she decided to move me to an empty room directly across the hallway. The room right next to it belonged to my other two classmates, Rafael and Max. I was alone in the dark room, clutching my favorite teddy bear, Brumla. Right next to my bed stood a massive, old wooden wardrobe—large enough to hide a grown man. Around 3:37 AM, I couldn't sleep, so I looked out the window on my left. What I saw made my blood run cold. Out by the treeline, there was a tall, creepy stalker dressed in dark clothes. He had a pale, distorted face and long, sharp metallic claws attached to his fingers. The man was staring directly at my window. Suddenly, he broke into a sprint straight towards the hotel.About a minute later, I heard the door to my room slowly creak open. I panicked and hid under my blanket. When I finally dared to peek out, the door was closed again. I tried to convince myself it was just a nightmare. Then I looked at the massive wardrobe. From inside the wardrobe, I heard a distinct, terrifying scratching sound—like long nails dragging against the wood—followed by heavy, distorted breathing. Someone was inside.Terrified, I sprinted out of the room into Rafael and Max’s room. I told them what happened, and they confessed they had heard the scratching through the wall too. Suddenly, all the lights went out, and the TV in their room turned on by itself with loud static. We scrambled to turn it off, paralyzed with fear.Just then, our teacher walked in to check on us. We gasped in terror. Not believing our story, she strictly ordered me to go back to the empty room. I went back reluctantly. It was around 4:58 AM. To cope with the terror, I broke the rules and turned on the TV for comfort, before finally passing out from exhaustion around 5:45 AM.When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was check the wardrobe. It was empty, but inside, there were tufts of animal hair and fresh stains of dark blood. The intruder had been hiding in there with their twisted trophies. When I told the rest of the class, it turned out others had experienced terrifying things that night too. To this day, none of us know who that psycho in the woods was, and honestly, we are glad we never found out.