The Purple Shadow

Woke up one night, years ago. A purple shadowy humanoid figure stood in my doorway, rubbing my arm while I was sleeping. In my sleepy state, I thought it was my husband and asked him what he was doing up so late. On the other side of me still in the bed he asked me what I was going on about. He would later recount that he was a little afraid when I said that and he was too scared to turn over in bed to look at what I was talking about. Instead of being scared that it wasn’t my husband touching my arm, a very calming wave washed over me and put me back to sleep. To this day, I am still not afraid.