Torn pajamas

My husband was 29 years old, and that night he was staying with his parents. His bedroom was on the second floor. He woke up suddenly, as if jolted, and for a moment couldn't figure out what exactly had woken him. I should note that he sleeps so soundly that you could fire cannons nearby or have a disco—he wouldn't care. So, he woke up and was lying on his side, with his back to the door and facing the window. He was trying to figure out what could have woken him, and at that moment he felt (he felt, not heard) someone or something coming up the stairs and approaching his door.

He became so scared that the last vestiges of sleep vanished completely. His hair stood on end. He lay there for about a minute, without turning, looking out the window—the door was visible in the reflection. Then he felt it was already in the room, and if he turned his head, it would be directly above him, two or three centimeters away. He lay there for a while, and then decided: come what may, he couldn't lie like that any longer. And at that moment, he felt someone or something run a hand down his back, and not just a hand, but something like bony fingers or claws...

He shuddered and began to turn around, just in time to notice a dark silhouette disappearing through the doorway. Of course, there was no sleep left—he spent the rest of the night with the light on, listening to every rustle. And in the morning, when dawn finally broke and he dared to get up, he saw four large holes in the back of his pajamas.

When my husband told me about this incident, I decided to tease him and told him, "You've been watching too much Freddy Krueger, that's why your imagination is running wild." He took offense and said he even had proof. I didn't really believe him that time—I just giggled and said he'd made it all up to keep me awake.

And recently we went to his parents' house for lunch. At some point, he went up to his room with me and pulled out these torn pajamas from behind a pile of magazines on his old bookshelf. When I saw them in person, I felt uneasy. I asked, "Why did you put them there?" My husband told me he was hiding the pajamas from his mother—she's extremely religious, goes to church every day, and then this happened... So he shoved the pajamas away so she wouldn't find them.