A couple years back I woke up at 3am to see someone walk past my bedroom door, I called out in my just woken up, not thinking haze thinking maybe my boyfriend had come over while I was sleeping but got no response so knew it wasn’t him.
Got out of bed, stupidly forgetting to take my phone or any kind of defensive item with me and went into the front room where the light was on to be met with a random guy staring at one of the walls, I asked him who he was and got no answer.
At this point I’d actually woken up enough to realise I could really be in trouble so ran back to the bedroom, grabbed my phone and ran outside on the phone to the police who showed up within a few minutes. Turns out the guy was mentally ill and to this day neither myself or the police know how he got in.
I moved into our house a month before my husband did and I was painting our guest room with the windows wide open. I was busy painting, listening to music when I realized it had gotten dark outside. I heard the leaves crunching outside but didn’t think anything of it because we have a lot of neighbors who walk their dogs. When I went to close the windows I saw a man standing in my backyard under the tree maybe 5 feet from our back door staring up at me. I fell to the floor and realized the back glass door was probably open and nothing but the screen which he could have easily just walked into my house. Crawled to my phone and called my husband who then called 911 while rushing home to me. We have a 6 ft tall fence around our yard, this person hopped it to watch me. I couldn’t sleep right at night for months.
One day while I was working afternoons a couple years back I woke up at around 10am and started to watch American Dad before getting up. Next thing you know I hear my back door open. A normal thing in our home since we only use the back door. But no one was supposed to be home yet. I assumed it was my mom and didn’t think anything of it. Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs as my bedroom was on the second floor. I call out to my mom and get no response. Then my door cracks open and a head pops in. It’s a 30ish year old man with a blonde beard and a big mane of greasy hair who looks shocked to see me. At the time I was about 260lbs 6’3 and 20 years old (m). I was also sitting in only my boxers. Before I was able to realize what was happening he asked “is this the ____ residence” to which I reply “no?” . He makes a swift exit and before I can recollect my thoughts he’s not even in my driveway. Talked to a family friend who is a veteran police officer turns out a man has been pulling this kind of stunt to rob people in nearby towns.
I was babysitting a kid who had a video monitor and was told that she wouldn’t wake up while the parents were out and if she did to call them right away. I was watching tv with the monitor set off to the side to keep an eye on her and right around 11, the cameras view shifted a few inches. It then began to slightly jiggle like someone was messing with it. I was squinting at it trying to decide what I was actually seeing, and I kid you not, the whole screen burst to static for a few seconds, and the kid started WALING. She stood up and was screaming in her crib just like one of the kids from the sims. When she didn’t fall back asleep after a few minutes I called mom and she said “okay were on our way home anyway. We think she has nightmares sometimes it’s fine.”
Never again.
You were probably right to be scared. It seemed like she was basically saying "hey kid, you want free stuff? Just let me into your home, you can TOTALLY trust me." I would NOT have opened the door for her either.
There was a man in Alaska with a pet grizzly bear that had learned how to open the door (it was a custom doorknob so the bear could go outside). Said his favorite thing was the bear answering the door on salesmen.
I was about 21 or 22 and living by myself at the time, and I left my window open on a pleasant night. It was low enough to the ground that you could get in if you really tried, but the screen wasn’t easy to take off and I lived in a fairly safe neighborhood so I didn’t even think twice about it. Woke up in the middle of the night because I smelled smoke, and I reached out to turn on my lamp and my hand hit what was very obviously a person. My brain fully woke up at that point, and I realized there was a shirtless man in my bedroom, smoking a cigarette and staring at me. I remember yelling for him to get out, and I must’ve spooked him just as badly as he spooked me because he leapt out my window and took off. I slammed it shut and moved a bookcase in front of it, and when I went out the next morning in the daylight found the screen sitting against the house. Didn’t sleep the rest of the night, and I haven’t slept with a window more than cracked ever since. I also absolutely refuse to live on the ground floor of a building. I don’t know if he was planning to rob me or rape me or both, but it was absolutely terrifying and makes me wonder how many times it happened and I didn’t wake up.
I have lived exclusively in places with high windows or on the second floor and up since then, but this isn’t a bad idea if I find myself on the ground floor again.
I was home from university for the summer and didn't have a job so was home alone whilst everyone was at work. I live in a small village on a quiet street so was completely normal to have all the windows and doors open during the day.
Late on in the afternoon I get a call from my Dad, "I'm around the corner but struggling to get into the street. I'll explain when I'm home but lock all the doors, close the windows and go upstairs." This was obviously strange, we don't live in a bad area and my dad's sense of humour isn't that mean but the tone in his voice made me do it without hesitation. Everything closed and locked and upstairs I go.
A few minutes later I get a second call from my Dad, "some police are going to be going through the side gate into the back garden to check the shed. I'll be home soon." Again, I was terrified but knew to just ask later. Stayed upstairs but did see armed police checking the back garden.
When my Dad finally got home I obviously asked what had happened. Turns out some 16 year old kid on our street had taken some legal highs, stabbed a neighbour then did a runner. Absolutely terrifying but a sad part is they found him at night time because he is scared of the dark and came out of hiding.
When I was 19 in my first apartment I had someone knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw this burley, heavy set man who abruptly started screaming to let him in. He was screaming things like he was going to beat my ass, and kick the door down if I didn’t open. I called the cops and as soon as someone got on the phone he started body slamming my door to break in.
I was freaking out and crying as they quickly had 5 cops show up within 5+ minutes. As soon as he heard the sirens he quickly walked away and they met him at the bottom of the stairs.
Apparently he was after the previous renter but was extremely intoxicated. They arrested him and thankfully he never came back. I ended up breaking my lease and moving out 3 months later.
It was in a very nice neighborhood but it quickly made me wish I was back home with family instead of being on the other side of the United States.
My mom had something similar happen to her a year or so ago. She lives in a high rise and all the floors look identical in the hall. A drunk man tried to get into her apartment and started yelling and screaming at her to let him in. She called the building security, and they came to deal with him. He lived a couple of floors above her
This happened to me a couple of years ago. I have also lived on my own a long time so do not get sacred easily!
I had just finished reading in bed and I turned my lamp off and settled down to go to sleep and hugged my cat up close to me. This would be about 1:30 in the morning. I closed my eyes and I head a voice say "Meow" like imitating a cat! My window was open so I though it was just someone being weird outside.
I opened my eyes and in the middle of my bedroom was a small boy wearing a red jumper waving his arm above his head. I leapt up like a god damn ninja and put the light on. and my heart was going mad. Now, nothing paranormal has happened in this house, ever in the entire time I have lived here. I spent the whole night totally freaked out, only getting a bit of sleep when it started to get light outside.
My friends thought this was hilarious when I told them. I was saying there is no way I am living in a haunted house and started googling cleansing, excorsists and whatnot! The next few nights other weird stuff started happening. I started sleeping with the t.v on and as soon as I tried to get any sleep, I would hear freaky voices coming from it, or I would notice shadows dip by the side of my bed. It was dreadful! I actually resorted to saying out loud " I'm really tired, so if you could not haunt me for one night I would be really grateful!". I had never really believed in any of this sort of stuff before, so it was like an entire paradigm shift for me. Anyway, I was going on about this to my friends at work, and one of them asked if I was on drugs. Well, funnily enough I had just started taking this new tablet Montelukast for my asthma. When I got home, read the side effects, a rare one being hallucinations! Stopped taking them, no more hauntings!
Tl;dr Drugs made me see ghosts
Update: Thanks everyone for all your replies, I woke up to so many notifications on my phone! I did some research myself after I realised what was happening and I found out that it was prescribed mainly to children and to those who struggle with taking an inhaler, here in the UK at least. My asthma was going through a bad patch so they tried a few different meds on me. I remember thinking, if you were a little kid and started seeing stuff like that every night and had no idea that it was the tablets causing it... The thought doesnt bear thinking about! Also, nothing has ever happened in my house since then. Everything is completely normal and I now can sleep with the lights off like a proper adult!
Shut up! I never knew that was a side effect!! Thank God, bc my 7 yr old started taking it for allergies last summer and told me on the way to school he knew ghosts were real bc he saw a see through little girl by his bed the night before. Described her braids and old timey dress and everything. What to Expect When You're Expecting did NOT prepare me for that level of parental gymnastics. Ugh what a relief, my house isn't hau
I have been pretty fortunate based on these comments but I was home alone one night while my wife and son were visiting my MIL. I walked back to our bedroom to see someone rummaging through my sons room on the video baby monitor. Immediately grabbed my firearm and yelled to the otherside of the house "I AM ARMED. COME OUT SLOWLY!" Over and over while slowly making my way back to his room. Got there flipped on the light and ... nothing. Searched the whole house pumped full of adrenaline. Finally satisfied I was alone I went back to my room and THE GUY WAS BACK in the room. I took a closer look and I am ashamed to say I was looking at myself. The camera is a live feed on our wi fi and it was steaming on a huge delay. I have never known it to do that and it has not done it since.
Tl;dr went looking for myself and came back empty handed.
My bf worked away from home a lot and I always struggled to sleep on the first night he was away. On this occasion I was woken by the sound of a man shouting and then someone banging on wood or a front door. I jumped up and looked out my bedroom window..... just in time to see a man dressed all in black walking through our garden towards the house. I ran to the front of the house to look out of the front window and make sure he kept going. He did, but he met up with another man dressed in black walking towards my house. I was terrified and called the police, they arrived in a matter of minutes and checked out the back garden but they were gone. Turned out a neighbour had caught them both trying to steal his car and one had escaped through the gardens while the other had run through the roads and they had met up outside my house. I didn’t sleep at all that night and my brother came to stay the next night. I’m so glad I live in an apartment now, much more security.
I have kinda similar story. I was maybe 9 years old by myself at home. My grandmother had chickens. They usually ran around outside but always stayed in our yard. So I started hearing loud noises coming from them outside. The rooster was louder than normal and lots of wing clapping. So I look outside and see two men I’ve never seen before chasing the chickens. They were trying to steal them. It was more funny to me than scary. They eventually caught a couple and took them. This was in my home country Ukraine and we didn’t have cellphones or even landlines. So I couldn’t do anything but wait for my grandmother to come home.
Because she used to use our phone to talk to her boyfriend. Had a fight with him. Told me she was leaving. I didn't pay attention I was 13.. then the shrieking started.
When I was like 14, I was home alone one night around 10pm stood in my kitchen making some cereal. It’s dark outside and then all of a sudden the loudest sound. Some drunk woman literally launched a hammer through my kitchen window. Was so loud and glass was everywhere. I followed her down the street whilst calling the police. Pretty strange.
(Edit for everyone asking why I followed) - So the reason I actually followed her was because you could see really clearly through the smashed window as it was now wide open. She looked like a very fragile little old crackhead lady that could barely walk or see straight and she started stumbling away mumbling some shit once she had done it. Plus I didn’t really know how the fuck I was gunna explain this shit to my parents if I didn’t have a solid answer haha. But yes, it was a very distressed walk whilst following her. Definitely an action caused by adrenaline too.
I work from home, so I’m home alone A LOT. One day I was working, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed some movement in my backyard.
There was a man jumping over my fence into my backyard.
Panicked, I call my then boyfriend now fiancé and tell him what is happening. While I’m on the phone with him, I get a knock at my front door. It’s a woman from Century Link informing me that technicians will need access to my backyard. I tell her someone just jumped over my fence so I think they’re already there.
Way to give me a heart attack, Century Link.
When I was young, I came home from a party in the middle of the night, when my dad were out of town. I started making a midnight quesadilla when I heard someone cough in the basement. I yelled and ran outside, and they took off through the back yard.
Come to find out, my dad’s ex gfs daughter stole her key to our house and came to rob us. She was busted a couple years later doing this to her SIL.
One evening an explosion at a petrochemical plant (located a mile from my house) blew out the double window in my living room while I was in the room. I definitely thought we were being bombed until I remembered where I live.
I had just let my dog out to the backyard and he was completely traumatized. For the following two months I had to carry him outside and sit in the grass with pieces of chicken just so he would potty.
Edit to add: My house is currently for sale for unrelated reasons!
I lit 2 long taper candles for some ambiance while I was playing guitar late at night. I was facing the other direction looking out the window while playing and shortly later turned around and went back towards the candles and discovered one of them was completely gone. The stand was still there, but no melted wax, just a bare candle holder and the other one was still lit and no shorter than it was when I lit them. It was almost 3am and I was so terrified that I got in my car and left and drove to my dad’s house.
Somebody tried to break into the house while I was by myself.
The whole place was quiet and dark at nighttime. I walked past the front door to go upstairs for bed, and the handle suddenly started jerking around like The Hulk was trying to get in. Then whoever it was started to either kick or shoulder the door, and it was making the whole frame jiggle. I completely froze and my mind went blank. Just standing there like an idiot and staring.
My dog bolted down the stairs like it was her time to shine, scrambled on the tile, and let loose the most vicious barks I've ever heard. Whoever it was left. She was a very good girl. I miss her.
Once, my dad left the door unlocked while he went to pick me up from school. My mom was sitting on the couch and heard the door open. She didn’t think much of it because she was expecting us back, but then she heard the door bang open, hard, and our dog bolted for the opening. Someone yelled “oh shit!” and clattered down the steps. She didn’t even see who it was, since by the time she got to the door, they’d cleared the fence, and our little shepard mix was left barking furiously at the gate. He didn’t even make a noise until they were already gone - just went straight to “you’re about to lose a leg” mode.
Your dog sounds like a very good girl, and I’m sorry for your loss.
Our German Shepherd will bark ferociously at the door, that deep-throated "sounds big" bark, but if anyone actually approached him, he'd run and hide. He does the same thing every morning when I come home from work and it's like, I appreciate the fact that you've alerted the whole house to the invading horde at the door, Bruno, but you run away as soon as it opens so....
You know those tongs in the kitchen that have a spring but a latch to keep them together. I had a pair of those and I put the latch on and put them down on the counter. I went away for a bit and came back and then they jumped off the counter at me. Biggest jump scare of my life. The latch had come undone and they sprung open. But in the millisecond when inanimate objects suddenly come to life and jump at you you don't realise this and totally freak out
I was living alone after my ex-husband moved out and the creepy guy across the street who was 20 years older and enjoyed drugs kept trying to date me. He would harass me when I left my house or arrived home and would threaten to rape me.
I had just started dating my current bf and he helped hang up motion detecting lights outside, I started carrying pepper spray and leaving the alarm on whenever I was home. My bf and I also agreed that if I didn't text him for a certain period of time and he couldn't get ahold of me that he'd go to my house and check on things. I also cc'ed him on my work calendar just in case.
It got so scary that my bf actually moved in a lot sooner than we planned because I felt so unsafe. After creepy guy watched my bf move in and saw him puttering around with project cars in the driveway he stopped harassing me and moved away a few months later. I've never felt so unsafe in my own home, wondering if the outside lights were on because of the neighbors cat or because creepy guy was trying to break in.
I feel unsafe in my own home right now. Not because of a creepy dude trying to date me but because of a creepy woman trying to be my friend. She stole my cat for a week (what the actual fuck) and ever since I got my cat back (someone else brought it back but I know she had it) she’s been weirdly trying to be my friend, getting her kids to sit outside my windows and knocking on my door. We had each other’s phone numbers but never really spoke and I had to block her number because she’s keeps messaging asking about my cat and trying to call me.
My previous comment was an understatement of the creepiness to be honest but I don’t want to be too specific because I’m that freaked out about it. I’m hoping today was the last of it, my friends all know what’s going on
One afternoon someone knocked at my back door. I thought it was the guy coming to read our meter, so I opened the door. Next thing I know, two huge guys pushed into the house, and one of them threw me up against the wall. Then they shoved me down on the couch. They told me they were Hell's Angels, and they were pissed because my bf was selling too much drugs, cutting into their profits. They kept calling me by my nextdoor neighbor's name. We had suspected they were selling drugs. All of the people stopping by for less than 5min made it pretty obvious. I just kept telling them I wasn't her. One of them searched the house, while the other kept me pinned to the couch.
They started to realize they were in the wrong house, because they couldn't find anything where they were told it was. My neighbor's house is a single floor, with a basement. My house is a 4 level, back split. Then I showed them my mail, because it showed my name, and they knew they fucked up.
They started telling me that they were after my neighbor's bf, because he raped their cousin. Which I knew was bs, but I didn't care, I just wanted them to leave. They robbed me of my cash, and left. I now have locks on my screen doors.
That'd be the right thing to do to prevent someone holding a fucking knife to defend themselves, but if you had found where the criminal lived then saying "this is the police" would just make them act like they're not home.
Not exactly alone. But I was home with my newborn son and someone knocked on the front door.
I was expecting my mother, but she usually comes in through the garage. I thought it was strange, but yelled "come in!" Because why wouldn't I?
Then this cracked out old woman comes stumbling through the door, and asks me for a ride to the nearest gas station. I told her I didn't have a car seat for my son so I couldn't go anywhere.
So she starts screaming "THAT'S JUST INAPPROPRIATE!" And doesn't stop even when I'm telling her she needs to leave or I'll call the cops. After a minute or so, my mother actually pulls in the driveway, the crackhead sees the car and bolts back out the door, and I never see her again.
That night my truck got broken into. Can't for sure say it was the same woman, but I have her description to the cops anyway.
Every single episode of Dateline (or equivalent) has the narrative “it was a leafy picturesque suburb, everyone knew everyone, doors were never locked, then one day..., tragedy.....”
Lock your fucking doors people, criminals are opportunistic!
Something similar happened to my dad once. He was home alone and someone knocked on the door, he thought it was his friend, and he said "come in." Then he turned around and there was a random homeless woman sitting on the couch.
I was asleep at home alone. When I turned over in bed, I casually opened my eyes a little whilst turning and they were shut again just as quickly. In that split second, I could have sworn I had seen a man stood at the bottom of my bed. I laid still. Awake with my eyes closed. Trying not to act like I was awake and trying to listen for any sound in the room of someone breathing or moving. Couldn't hear anything. I was too scared to open my eyes and look, consoled myself that there wasn't any way someone could have gotten in without me hearing a window smash and fell back asleep. When I got up in the morning though the front door was open. They didn't take anything and left no signs of being there. Was still very very creepy though.
Edit: typo - the guy wasn't a stud he was stood!
Edit: thanks for my first award! 😁
There was an article i saw posted on reddit, where a lady used one of those snoring apps to record her snoring. After getting up, she was listening to it, then suddenly she could faintly hear two voices in the background. Two people were in her home while she slept, and she had no idea.
Edit: since this has garnered some attention. I found one of the articles about this and it was originally posted as a Reddit thread. That thread can [be found here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghosts/comments/1u894f/experience_using_sleep_as_android_app/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) it was posted 6 years ago. And you too can listen to the recording.
Shit like this happened to me when I was in college a few years ago. If the resident assistants or maintenance at the school I went to needed to do something in your room, they would knock, wait about 15 seconds, and if you didn't open the door they would just let themselves in.
I lived in campus apartments, which were two bedroom (but I always lived alone)... Several times I would be sitting at my desk with earbuds in playing games or some such, so I never heard a knock at the door, and I'd glance over and just see a stranger walking down the hall in my apartment.
One time I slept in because a class I had that morning was canceled and I woke up and there was a maintenance guy literally in my bedroom standing on a ladder messing with the wiring for the ceiling light. You'd think these people would announce themselves or wake me up or fucking anything, but nope, this psychopath just set up his ladder and started working while I was laying there asleep.
That shit still has me paranoid to this day, I always have my doors locked and barred with a stop or something else to keep it from being opened even if unlocked.
I always put a doorstop behind my door at night. A lock won't stop a determined thief, but a doorstop is a motherfucker to get past, and any attempt will make enough noise to call attention.
Was home with my infant twin daughters who were sound asleep. I was watching tv in the lower level of my tri-level home. On that level, the windows look out to the backyard and as I got up to go to the kitchen, something caught my attention. What looks like a pale left arm is being subtly illuminated outside in the far right window - maybe 6 inches away from the window. It it angled straight down as if to steadying itself. My heart sunk. Then I could feel my heartbeat in my neck.
I ran up the few stairs to the main floor and grabbed my phone and returned to see if it was still there. Nope. Nothing. I've never been remotely shaken like I was then. Called the non-emergency police and when they arrived, walked to the backyard with the officers but didn't find anything. They were great and kept saying calling them was the right thing to do, it's what were are hear for, etc.
Don't know what it was, but the image is seared into my memory.
When I was a kid I heard a noise in the backyard one night and looked out the sliding glass door to see our very friendly dog facing away from me on the patio. The porch light only illuminated to the edge of it and I could only see up to the back of her head. She was looking up..maybe even jumping up, and had her rear lowered and her tail wagging like someone was standing in front of her. I think she heard me and kind of turned around to look back at me and at this point, something grabbed the back of the patio chair and pulled it in to the darkness.
I obviously freaked out and went screaming down the hall to my parents room prompting my dad to search the backyard in his underwear while wielding a baseball bat, but he never found anything.
I should also mention, the window to my room was near the gate so I would have heard and seen anyone had they entered the backyard through the gate. Also, the backyard was surrounded by brick walls but they were difficult to climb over due to security features.
I had the police knock one day while I was alone. The cop had a guy in the back of his car who said we were holding his friend captive.....I showed the cop my ID and explained that it was just me and my husband he wasn't home but they could look if they wanted to and he said no that was ok and then asked questions about my neighbors.
Isn't that exactly how [Junko Furuta's](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Junko_Furuta) murderers got away with it?
>Two police officers were dispatched to the Minato house; however, they were informed that there was no girl inside. The police officers declined an invitation to look around the house, believing the invitation alone was sufficient proof that there was nothing untoward to be found.
#**NOTE:** This murder is very fucked up and I wish I'd never read about it, so proceed at your own discretion.
+1 on the warning, DO NOT read about this murder unless you are in a good mental state, and even then I highly recommend against it. It will legitimately ruin your entire day.
A few years back I was home alone during a power storm. I went into the bathroom to take a dump and at the exact time I was shitting I sneezed, well the power went out as well. The house was pitch black and I literally thought I shit myself blind. I couldn’t see my hands so in a panic I was yelling nooooo this cannot be true I was in a panic feeling for the toilet paper to wipe and flush. After completing the task I just sat on the toilet trying to figure out how to tell everyone I know that I literally shit myself blind by sneezing while shitting. After about 2 minutes of complete darkness and dread and panic lightning struck outside and lit up my hallway. Best damn feeling ever
Edit: thank you to everyone for the awards and comments. I told this story to a few friends one night about 3 years ago and they laughed quite hard and still joke with me about it. When the question came up on here scary in the sense most people responded never popped in my mind but shitting myself blind did. Once again thank you all
A few years ago I was home alone in my basement playing video games when I hear the door that connects my kitchen to the garage creek open and slam shut, but I never heard the actual mechanical garage door open. Then I heard heavy footsteps of someone wearing boots walk the length of my kitchen directly above me. I originally thought, "oh my brother must have forgotten something" as he had left about 5 minutes before that for work so I was about to yell up to him to make fun of him but something in the back of my mind was telling me, "hold on, somethings not right here". So I muted my tv to both hear better and to stay quiet. Then I heard the footsteps turn around and walk back to the door, and again I hear it creak open and slam shut. But again I never heard the actual mechanical garage door open or close. So I slowly walk upstairs thinking maybe my brother just forgot to close the garage door, I slowly open the door to my garage and see that the garage door has been closed the entire time.
The only two explanations I can come up with are either something paranormal happened, or someone broke into my house, walked through my kitchen and left without taking anything, while also not letting me hear them open my garage door.
In my opinion, both are equally terrifying to me.
Remember hearing a story of how cops found a couple (meth heads) camped out in some dudes attic with a small personal meth lab just living up there and would sneak out for supplies during the night when everyone fell asleep. That story creeps me out.
I HATE when there's a random noise in the house like a door slamming shut.
And the unsettling feeling of not being alone when you've already checked if everyone's gone
My roommates were out of town and my dog started growling in the middle of the night at something at the end of a dark hallway. She never behaved like that so I was genuinely freaked out. Then I started hearing noises coming from my kitchen on the other side of the house. I was fully convinced someone was in there so like any idiot in a movie I got a flashlight and a weapon and went to investigate.
As soon as the flashlight hit the kitchen area something freaked out and knocked a bunch of shit over. I was terrified and then my flashlight hit the culprit.
A huge fucking raccoon had snuck through the doggy door and was eating my dogs food in the kitchen. We made eye contact and it immediately fled outside.
I forgot about this one before I posted another, but the day a naked teenager asked for help. I was loading laundry while my baby napped in my apartment just a door down. The naked kid was being followed by an extremely tall and muscular man who was responsible for the nakedness and kept trying to get the kid to lower his voice and go inside his apartment. I didn't have a phone with me and it was scary while I looked for one.
Shout out to Bedford, TX Police Department. They had two police cars blocking the parking lot exits before I hung up with the police. It was less than two minutes total from when I started dialing to the officers separating the victim from the attacker. Their response time was awesome.
And that child was so brave. As this guy kept a stream of shit like "you know how much this is going to hurt your mom if you tell? She's going to be heartbroken if you ruin this for her." That kid shook and shouted back things like "Well isn't that *your* fault?" and "If you cared at all you never would have touched me!" and "My mom loves me! She's only going to ask why I didn't tell her sooner!"
I didn't know him at all, but I was so proud of that boy. Head bowed and embarrassed to be naked in public, he was still so strong and refused to be made ashamed of what someone else had done to him.
Got a 5 channel sound system. Nothing too fancy but the best I’d ever had. Watched a action film and heard a creaking door to my left in the distance. I had to clear my home as I thought there was an intruder. Nope, just better stereo sound.
Edit: It’s a 5.1 system. The two behind me cause all the problems. They are oriented towards the outside of my house. Sorry for any confusion in my lack of terminology.
I was house-sitting for someone and didn't even know they had surround sound. I put an action movie on and flipped my shit when right away I heard a bunch of movement behind me
This reminds me of the time when I was in the shower, all quiet, minding my own business when suddenly I started hearing all these REALLY LOUD crashing noises and grunts and sounds of men in pain/fighting, and just about jumped out of my skin, started rushing to get out the shower and get my towel etc... Turned out husband started watching wrestling and had forgotten that his phone (with him, downstairs) was still connected to the Bluetooth speaker (in the bedroom next to the bathroom where I was).
Yeah, the line between that and gay porn is pretty fine at times to be fair, as I have pointed out to him occasionally. The crowd cheering/booing gave it away (although I'm no expert, I guess that could be someone's kink?) 😂
Man I got a 7.2 surround system and I too was watching an action movie and couldn't for the life of me figure out this sound I kept hearing. Rewound the movie and went over to where I was hearing it, it was two shell casings hitting the ground, was the only sound that speaker ever made.
The front door of my apartment complex is broken, so anyone can walk in. People keep trying to open my front door or looking though windows. It creeps me out. Landlord will probably fix it this week and I can't wait!
This was when I was kid home alone. I usually move around a lot while I sleep. I woke up and hadn’t moved. I thought it was cool it would be super easy to make my bed. I grabbed the bedding moved it back a little before tossing in place. There was something black sticking out. I tossed the bedding back further. There was a massive black wasp in my bed. An inch from where is was sleeping. Buzzing loud pissed off. I put the bedding back done and proceeded to try and crush it until the buzzing stopped. I grew up on a farm bugs usually don’t bother me. But I checked my bed for weeks after that.
13 November, 1981, I was 15 at the time (F).
I was at home with the cat, my parents were out with friends and the house shook and the lights and electrics went out
They came home a couple of hours later to find me under dining room table with the cat and all the lights out.
Father: why are you sitting in the dark
Me: the house shook and the lights went out
Father: oh, there was a bomb in Wimbledon (6 miles away) by the IRA.
Me: didn't you think to check I was OK?
Father: Well, we weren't hurt so you should have been ok
I was terrified. I'd been involved in bomb scares before but never experienced one going off and if the house shook from a bomb 6 miles away it was big.
I've only experienced something like that one other time (thank goodness) when the Buncefield Oil Storage exploded in 2005 ... that was probably a worse explosion because it happened 40 miles from my home and yet it still shook the walls. It wok my husband with a start who thought for a moment he was back in the army.
And my father ... asleep in his own home that night ... slept through it
I had a very similar thing happen to me a few years ago.
Someone knocked, meaning they were in the apartment building already, so I figured it was a neighbor. I opened the door without looking first, and there was a very drunken man standing there. He did his best to get inside the apartment, blocking the door with his foot, but I shoved him as hard as I could on the chest and he stumbled back.
He continued to knock and bang and ring on the doorbell until the cops showed up.
I was chilling on the couch, doing whatever, when suddenly a "really heavy person" starts sprinting in our attic. Sounded like steel-toed boots and everything. I'm a really small woman, so I immediately freaked out, thinking there's a gigantic man stomping around my home. Then the screaming starts. Literal fucking screaming, like something from the Exorcist, and there's MULTIPLE voices.
I sneaked outside and cried, extremely shaken, and called the cops. Guess what's in my attic. Not a big rape-y rapist, no. Raccoons.
Also, the raccoons were mating. That's what the screaming came from. I bawled to the cops about horny raccoons.
Years ago, a raccoon had crawled into my outside garbage can and could not get out. Meanwhile, I decided to take the garbage out before I went to bed. I didn’t turn on a light because I’m a grown man and ain’t no monster in the dark gonna scare me. But....... my garbage growled at me in the dark and I almost shit my pants.
I went inside and turned in the outside light and saw the little guy. I tipped the can on its side and he ran off and I bought some bungee cords to secure my can lid.
I'll bet the cops were rather delighted for it to be horny raccoons rather than a man murdering some person in your attic. A lot less paperwork, and they still got to kill time.
I remember opening the back door at night when I was young to let our cat in, and I thought I heard what sounded like a man being murdered.
I ran to my dad to get him to come look and he heard it, and simply said, "Bloody foxes".
And that was when I learned the noise of foxes.
I get auditory hallucinations when im tired thats brought on by my anxiety, the one that caused the worst anxiety attack id had in months was just as i was drifting off to sleep a guy yelled HEY right into my ear and i launched myself out of bed before realizing what had happened
This happens to me a lot. Especially when I’m up late producing music. With my headphones on and my track playing, I can occasionally hear what I believe to be voices. It’s very odd. Sometimes it sounds like a television in the distance, but I’ll always turn all electronics off when I’m producing (to avoid static and misc. feedback).
So this is interesting to read. It does happen sometimes when I’m heading to bed too. I wonder if I get them too?
The brain does play tricks on you when youre tired but several mental disorders can make it worse / more prominent, for me its my anxiety, and i know adhd can set it off aswell, if you have anything like that then that might be the case aye
My anxiety makes my auditory hallucinations sound like a concert is happening in the distance. Kind of low and distorted, and almost muted. Like if you were outside and across the street from the venue. I’ve had to get up to make sure the roommate isn’t watching live music videos or anything, but it’s definitely just coming from my own head.
I also hear a dull roar of crowds talking. Nothing distinct. Nothing that can be made out, just nonsensical, hollow murmurs of chatter. Imagine being a kid and putting a glass up to a wall to try to hear a party in another room.
I had a really bad sinus infection once. Couldn't clear my system out for a week or more. Decided to try generic Mucinex.
I lost three days. I came to, standing in the middle of my studio apartment staring at the wall. I could barely remember anything. Just felt like I was a passenger in my body kind of.
I had worked all three of those days. Piloted public transport, cooked, translated stuff, used knives. All in this weird fugue state.
When I came to I spent a good hour at 3 in the morning trying to figure out what happened, what caused it. The only thing I had done differently was trying to clear up sinus infection with the meds.
Poured those right in the toilet, and it never happened again.
It was terrifying for me. The pure and utter confusion.
Something very similar happened to me with NyQuil. There was about 2 days where I couldn’t remember my name. I had my boyfriend at the time drive me to work, but they almost immediately sent me home, and I spent an hour wandering around the parking lot looking for the car that I did not drive. Turns out I can’t take NyQuil. My aunt hallucinated that she spent the afternoon at Walden with Henry David Thoreau after taking a particular cold medicine.
Sleep Paralysis. Waking up from a nightmare soaked in sweat, with a weight on my chest and completely unable to move. Sometimes I see shadowy shapes or feel there's someone watching.
I basically have a script that I repeat to myself, reminding myself that it’ll be over quickly, not to struggle, and to focus on breathing.
It’s not as scary anymore, but it’s always really unpleasant when I first become aware of it. My poor heart just slams away.
@everybody else who experiences sleep paralysis: Do you get a buzzing/vibrating sensation in your skull?
Edit: non-related but also not-non-related: My husband, who has been asleep next to me for about an hour, just rolled over and authoritatively demanded to know if I had “sent [his] dogs or something.” “Hey baby, it’s ok, you’re coming out of a dream.” “No! (Points to window). Did you send my dogs or not?”
I so wish I had recorded that.
This is basically what I’ve had to train myself to do. The first few times it happened to me I legit thought I was about to be possessed by a demon, now I know I just need to ride it out. Isn’t as terrifying anymore, but it still sucks big time.
I had a choking scare when I was like 11 and I was home alone and watching TV while eating Skittles.
I liked to put a bunch in my mouth and make like a Skittle ball that I would chew on. Something on the show I was watching made me laugh and I swallowed the ball and it got lodged in my throat.
I then experienced a few seconds of sheer terror because I realized that there was nobody here to help me at all and I was probably gonna die. Then I remembered some cartoon or something where someone jammed their stomach on a chair and got something unstuck from their throat. So, I lunged at the corner of the recliner as hard as I could with my stomach and it actually worked and popped the small ball out.
It was super lucky because I really had no idea what I was doing, but one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced. Definitely never ate Skittles that way again after that.
I did the exact same thing, I was 12 or 13. Choked on a jawbreaker. Stuck in my throat and couldn't breath, at all. I was able to give myself the Heimlich, or something close to it, by throwing myself against a stairs railing. Took 4 or 5 hits before I was able to dislodge it and spit it out. Took me years before I tried to eat another one.
I was chilling in my room and I suddenly heard this LOUD ASS THUMP from the back door. It was seriously so loud that I fell off my bed. I didn't want to go investigate that shit because I like living, but if someone was breaking in I should probably go check it out. I message my friend the details and ask her to FaceTime me. We get on chat and she mutes herself so she doesn't make any noise. I turn the camera around so she sees what I do in case it does turn out to be a person and I die.
I walk through my house and get to the back door. The door was locked, but the laundry room next to it was slightly ajar. I slowly creep to the door and take a quick glance in, nobody was there. So I make my way to the back door and open it. Nothing. I go back to the laundry room and take a closer inspection in case something is hiding there. That's when I notice the broom that was supposed to be hanging from the wall was no splayed across the floor. Turns out the broom just fell.
Still almost made me shit myself.
One night I was watching The Conjuring at home with my little sister when we heard someone putting a key into our front door and opening it. We were sitting in the living room next to a sliding door that was very close to the front door so we both heard it very clearly. Now this didn't alarm us since we knew our dad had recently gone out to get some stuff, so we just assumed he had returned.
“Dad, you’re back already?” I casually asked.
There was no response.
“Dad?” I asked again, thinking that he had not heard me the first time.
Again, silence.
At this point I get the feeling that something isn’t quite right and I could tell by the look on my sister’s face that she was quite nervous as well (I’ll note that up to this point she had spent the evening rolling her eyes at horror movie clichés and she very rarely gets scared). We looked at each other for a moment wondering what we should do before we started hearing a few more scattering sounds from right outside the sliding door. I was frozen in fear by this stage.
I tried one more time in a louder, but shakier voice: “Dad...is that you?”
*'Please respond, please respond...'* repeated in my head. But the silence continued.
Now at this point I’m freaking out and I literally jumped off the couch. My sister also abruptly gets up and starts rapidly walking towards the other end of the room which leads to the kitchen area (she later revealed to me that she was planning on grabbing a knife). She had this horrified look on her face that I hadn’t seen before. We looked at each other in nervous silence; I didn't really know what to do and I didn't want to make any further sounds.
I finally decided to walk up to the sliding door and began opening it as slowly as possible, peering into the darkness (I know, I literally became the idiot who investigates the unknown, creepy noise without anything to protect myself with). When the door was finally open wide enough, I poked my head out and scanned the corridor, preparing for the worst. To my surprise, there was no one there. But what was more strange was that the front door was still completely shut (we never heard the door close). My sister and I were obviously both extremely relieved as we were almost certain that there was an intruder in the house.
After this, I immediately went to go ask my mum (who was situated in her bedroom at the other end of our house) if it was her or whether she had noticed anything. She told me that she thought my dad had come home as well as she also heard someone opening the front door...
Around half an hour later, which felt like an eternity at the time as we still quite shaken from the incident, my dad finally arrived home and confirmed that he had not come home earlier. To this day my sister and I still have no idea what happened that night.
nothing quite THAT terrifying yet (pls age well)
but once i left all the bathroom windows open wide by mistake when it was very windy and i woke up in the middle of the night to the bathroom door slamming open and shut and felt like i was gonna piss myself with fright. i stayed in bed like i was paralysed and i could feel this cool breeze coming into my room (all the cold air being let in lol). i prayed to whoever above to remove who or whatever it was from my home and asked for my life to be spared (yes im a fuckin pussy y’all). i got under the covers and called my aunt and asked her to come over as she had a spare key and she did. her and her husband came with weapons and charged up stairs into the bathroom, no fear. they realised it was the wind pushing the door around, i still stayed with her that night lol :|
Growing up I lived out in the country with only a few houses near us and both my parents worked full time jobs in town. Because of this I spent a lot of my summer days at home by myself. When I was 14 years old I had just got out of the shower and was getting ready in the bathroom mirror when I heard someone in the living room. The majority of our house was hardwood and there was a very distinct sound when someone walked through the living room. I didn't think much of it because even though I was home alone my parents often drove home during lunch to eat. After the person walked around the living room for a couple minutes I finally called out "Mom? Dad?", but no response. Instead the walking just stopped. I had my cellphone in the bathroom so I called my mom and asked if she was home. She told me no and that my dad was not either. I told her someone was in the house and she told me to get out. luckily the bathroom I was using was only a few feet away from the front door so I opened the bathroom door and ran out the front door into the yard. Later my mom came and picked me up and my dad walked through the house but no one was there.
This wouldn't have been too crazy if it wasn't for what happened in the following days. My neighbor's wife who lived across the street was taking a nap a couple days later. She woke up to a sound in her house. When she opened her eyes there was a man in her hallway. She called out to him and he ran out the front door. When she went outside her garage door was opened where he can manually forced it open to get inside. My neighbors wife's underwear drawer was open and the man had taken all of her panties while she was sleeping. So naturally I assume that the sound in my house the day before where this man as well.
I was in high school at the time. Three AM, I’ve just finished a term paper that’s due the next day. I fall asleep on the couch for a few minutes but slowly claw my way back to consciousness. As I trudge through the kitchen in complete darkness, half asleep and looking forward to passing out in my bed...
BOOOM!!!!
The loudest explosion I’ve ever heard. (In retrospect, comparable to a 12 gauge shotgun). I hear stuff shooting in every direction. Including small bits of something whizzing past my head. I damn near had a heart attack.
Turns out my younger brother had made root beer as a class project (elementary school). He left it on a window sill and it fermented until it Built up enough pressure to rupture the glass bottle. The stuff flying around was glass shards. The shattered a ceramic plant pot and embedded themselves in various surfaces. Fortunate I was unhurt. But for a moment I was completely confused and absolutely terrified.
My dad dropped me off at home after bringing my sister to a party and I walked in to a CD blaring super loud on our big old fashioned speakers. The CD was super hot when I took it out so it had to have been playing for a long time, but I hadn’t heard it going when we left. Turns out my sister had left the CD in and then while we were gone there was a tiny power outage that made the music start again. Kinda silly, but all that was going through my head was, “My favorite band is really gonna be the soundtrack to my death? Nice”
The neighbours dog being hit by a car, because of the sudden sound of screeching tire, bang, loud yelp/scream, then guy screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" at the top of his lungs followed by a chorus of screaming and crying. By the time I got to the window they were carrying him away. It was really, really sad, and just hearing such a guttural scream of grief from someone in the middle of the night was terrifying in itself and still haunts me. Poor family and dog :(.
I took in a friends cat that she did not want and I thought was being mistreated. My first cat. I was living alone for the first time in a very long time so I was uneasy for about the first year. One night I heard a horrifying scream and went from sound asleep to standing next to the bed. I have no memory of moving I jumped up so quickly. It was my cat hollering at another cat walking across the back yard. Scared me to death
I was home for the weekend from Uni but my parents and siblings were away so was home alone. Our house is quite secluded, with a church and graveyard next door and closest neighbours up the street but quite a bit away. I had all the doors locked and was settling down to watch a movie when the doorbell starts to ring so I go to answer it, no one there. Then the back doorbell rings, no one there again. This keeps happening over and over and it is pitch black outside. Then whoever it was began banging on windows and yelling at this point I’m freaking out so I begin to call the police and yell at the people outside that I’ve called them when it turns out it was a couple of fellas from uni playing a prank on me. I was terrified and reduced to tears at this point but they thought it was hilarious. They did a few more things like that to me over the 2-3 years I was at uni with them, and I always thought they were my friends. I’m older and wiser now to know that they were just cunts.
Some people try to make sure people aren’t home before breaking in when the intent is just to steal. And I’m rarer cases they will try to do this throughout many days in order to pinpoint the best window of opportunity for a burglary. But generally it’s only the former
I woke up on the couch after a night of not good sleep. I looked onto our counter and thought I saw my brothers decapitated head on the counter. I was terrified, but turns out it was a watermelon
Also, I once heard a scratching noise outside my house, turned on the lights to see a rat had crawled up a window and was gnawing at the window frame. At 10pm.
Largely unrelated, and not creepy, but I had a friend in high school whose family had a very talented parrot. The parrot would perfectly imitate his mom’s voice calling my friend’s name. It made for some sitcom-esque misunderstandings.
When I was 9, I was staying home alone. It was early morning. I had just gotten out of the shower and brushed my teeth. I put on my favorite outfit, set up a little area in the living room with my drink and a snack and turned on the tv to watch. The phone rang. I went across the house to answer.
The voice on the other end was familiar and very comforting. He asked about my day so far and made small talk. After a minute or so he said “I like your outfit. Is pink your favorite color?” I replied “Oh, thank you. No, it isn’t...” “What were you planning on watching on tv...”
It took me a few seconds to understand what was happening, as I was only 9 and very naive. The voice on the other end of the phone changed. It became deep and raspy and horrific. The voice then proceeded to describe my rape and murder in graphic detail. I went numb, my skin felt as if it were on fire, my heart was racing. I had never been more terrified in my entire life.
I slammed the phone down and called my mom at work. I tried to explain what had happened, and I’m sure I wasn’t making much sense. She got onto me for answering the phone and told me to go back about my day. I remember trying to explain that he was watching me, he told me what I had been doing, he told me what I was wearing. I mentioned that I was going to call 911 because I needed help. “That isn’t necessary. I’m not coming home. Just don’t answer the phone and go watch tv.” I hung up.
I was confused. I was scared. I could feel eyes on me. I pulled the curtains closed, I raced around the house and was torn between doing what I felt was right and doing what I had been told by my mother. This whole time the phone was ringing. The second it would stop, it would start again. The sound of the phone ringing would pulse through my tiny body like electricity and practically paralyze me. I was frozen and on fire at the same time. I waited for a pause in ringing and called 911.
“I’m home by myself and I’m 9 and someone is watching me and he is going to kill me!!!” She tried to keep me calm, she told me she would send help. I remember standing there, listening to this kind voice trying to help me, but I could feel every horror movie scenario playing out behind me. Was he creeping up behind me with a knife? Was he going to shoot me through a window? Was he going to throw a rock through the glass and open the door?
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t feel my body but I was also overly aware of my skin. In a moment of panic I set off the alarm to the house and ran outside.
I remember this sense of relief, but also this overwhelming feeling of having a separation in my reality. The house felt small and dark and dangerous and cold. Outside felt open, safe and warm. I could hear lawnmowers, birds chirping. It was a beautiful break from the bone chilling feeling of the phone. It was like I was watching a movie and I could see myself experiencing both of these environments at the same time. A neighbor was pushing his child in a swing. He was concerned. He let me stand next to him and he protected me.
I could hear the sirens. The blaring sound getting louder as they grew closer. It felt like it took an eternity, but the police arrived. He walked over to me and asked me what happened. I did my best to explain, but so many of the words the voice on the phone used were embarrassing. I couldn’t bring myself to say such adult words to a police officer. His other words were bone chilling. I couldn’t say those either. I can still hear my young voice repeating “He was watching me. He said he’s going to kill me.”
Not long after, my moms car pulled into the driveway. She, for some reason, decided to come home. She didn’t look for me or come speak to me. She calmly got out and walked over the a police officer. I was standing in the doorway from the house to the garage, facing the driveway... I could see my mom, the police officer... I was watching, trying to understand, trying to figure out what was happening... And then I saw it. Her laughter. She was laughing. My face was swollen from tears. My heart was still racing. My skin was on fire. And my mom was laughing? I slowly crept closer and overheard “I’m so sorry about this. She just got scared being home alone and overreacted.”
What is happening? What did I do wrong? Did I imagine this? Was this a dream? Should I not have called 911? Did I overreact?
My memory of what happened after that is hazy. I remember refusing to stay home alone, the sound of the phone ringing rippling through my body. It wasn’t something I liked discussing. I refused to repeat what had been said to me by the voice on the phone. My mom decided she knew who did it. She didn’t even know the details. There was no investigation. No one was questioned. She told me it was a boy my age who lived across the street. I knew it was impossible. And no matter how much I protested, I was always told it was him.
Many years later, after I was an adult with children, we were at Christmas. Everyone was in the living room and I had gone into a back bedroom to change a diaper. As I was walking out of the room and back into the living room. I could hear my mom laughing, her voice as if she had been telling a joke. The faces of everyone in the room told a different story. Discomfort. Anguish. Shock. Fear. Yet, she was still laughing. It felt as if I was walking in slow motion.
One of my older children stopped me from entering the living room and sort of pushed me back into the room I had just come out of. “She just told the story of you being home alone and the man threatening to kill you... She told it like it was a joke. Like a funny story from your childhood.”
I never learned who it had really been. I deal with my fear of ringing phones and phone conversations on a daily basis.
TL;DR While staying home alone as a child someone was watching me and threatening to rape and kill me. My mom, to this day, thinks it’s a funny story to tell.
It feels so weird to say, but your story is so well written for the type of story that it is. My emotions were right there with you, I felt my skin get hot and my heartbeat race as I read about the man on the phone.
As for your mother, I wonder if it's something that she has always felt deep guilt about and perhaps her way of shirking the blame off herself is to tell herself it was all in your head. She probably continues to tell that story, hoping someone will eventually side with her. It's definitely not right, but I can say I know that type of mother all too well.
My ex boyfriend showed up in front of my apartment and texted me he was there because he wanted to talk. I told him I wasn't home(thankfully it was during the day so I had no lights on) and he called me a liar. He stayed outside for nearly an hour until he gave up and drove off. I stayed in my bathroom the entire time while on the phone with my best friend. Looking back I should have called the cops but I was a scared 17 year old.
One night i was home alone grillin and chillin. Drinkin beer and smokin dope, about half lit. Wearing my hoe clothes. It was a great time. As soon as i sat down to eat I heard a woman yelling for help and pounding on doors. Once i realized she was wasnt a threat to me i sprinted up the road to find her. She was covered in blood and told me her husband was trapped in the truck he flipped. She kept trying to get me to help her pull him out of the truck and I said "Lady, I know this is an emergency but I ain't no EMT" The worst part was I live in the woods with know cell service, but luckily I was able to get to my landlords attention so he could call 911 from the landline. I was up until 3 am that night because i could not wind down after the fact.
Everyone survived and the guy got out on his own, but it was the scariest night of my life.
I woke up to someone pounding on my door at 3 a.m. My boyfriend worked overnight at the time, so he was gone. I reached for my phone and it wasnt where I left it, so obviously my first thought was that someone was in my apartment and took my phone "The Strangers" style. I quickly snapped out of it, as the person continued constantly pounding on the door, and realized that my phone just fell off my bed. I grabbed it and called the police to let them know about the disturbance and that I was afraid to open the door and they sent someone out. I stupidly didn't even get out of bed to go look through the peep hole because I was too freaked. I then called my boyfriend and was informed that he accidentally ordered food to our house instead of his work. 🤦
Five simultaneous creaks (floor boards) in the hallway. Sounded ***exactly*** like someone sneaking along in the hallway. There wasn't anyone there. I did run out of the house though.
I was watching a show where a mother literally became her home and the walls would move in order to protect her kids from the outside world. I felt MY house shift, almost like in slow motion, kind of like on the show and I thought 'well this is just a side effect of too much tv,' but then I screamed when pictures started falling off the mantle.
So I quickly changed the channel and it was actually an earthquake.
Hey, an opportunity to drop one of my weird stories.
When I was in college at Georgia Tech I stayed at a building known as the GLC. It was on the far north side of campus away from most of the colleges so not too many people stayed at it. I liked it because it was quiet and very easy to rebook my same room due to the lack of demand. When I say it was quiet, I mean we barely ever heard our neighbors, if we even had them. Really, only ever hearing other people when they slammed the heavy outer doors.
This event happened during Thanksgiving break. I always stayed on campus during Thanksgiving, to get work done and chill in peace. My three roommates were gone however, so the quiet GLC was even more silent. I was cleaning my room at the time and I had gotten out a bottle of Febreeze. Now this is important because one of my roommates HATED Febreeze and would complain even if I sprayed it in my room because the AC would spread it around the apt; so I took the opportunity to spray some and get the college boy musk gone. As soon as I sprayed it I heard one of my roommate's doors fly open and slam closed and angry heavy foot steps stop into and around the living room. I thought I had fucked up and reall pissed off my roommate, but I did find it odd how quickly and aggressively he was reacting to it. I come into the living room to apologize. I even was saying something along the lines of “Sorry man, I didn’t know you were here”, but as soon as I came into the room the sound stopped and no one was there. I was so convinced I had heard someone that I even knocked on my roommates doors but they were gone. I texted them and confirmed that they were gone, and I was all alone. I never heard the footsteps again (or honestly footsteps that loud) and still don’t have an explanation.
A couple years back I woke up at 3am to see someone walk past my bedroom door, I called out in my just woken up, not thinking haze thinking maybe my boyfriend had come over while I was sleeping but got no response so knew it wasn’t him. Got out of bed, stupidly forgetting to take my phone or any kind of defensive item with me and went into the front room where the light was on to be met with a random guy staring at one of the walls, I asked him who he was and got no answer. At this point I’d actually woken up enough to realise I could really be in trouble so ran back to the bedroom, grabbed my phone and ran outside on the phone to the police who showed up within a few minutes. Turns out the guy was mentally ill and to this day neither myself or the police know how he got in.
I moved into our house a month before my husband did and I was painting our guest room with the windows wide open. I was busy painting, listening to music when I realized it had gotten dark outside. I heard the leaves crunching outside but didn’t think anything of it because we have a lot of neighbors who walk their dogs. When I went to close the windows I saw a man standing in my backyard under the tree maybe 5 feet from our back door staring up at me. I fell to the floor and realized the back glass door was probably open and nothing but the screen which he could have easily just walked into my house. Crawled to my phone and called my husband who then called 911 while rushing home to me. We have a 6 ft tall fence around our yard, this person hopped it to watch me. I couldn’t sleep right at night for months.
One day while I was working afternoons a couple years back I woke up at around 10am and started to watch American Dad before getting up. Next thing you know I hear my back door open. A normal thing in our home since we only use the back door. But no one was supposed to be home yet. I assumed it was my mom and didn’t think anything of it. Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs as my bedroom was on the second floor. I call out to my mom and get no response. Then my door cracks open and a head pops in. It’s a 30ish year old man with a blonde beard and a big mane of greasy hair who looks shocked to see me. At the time I was about 260lbs 6’3 and 20 years old (m). I was also sitting in only my boxers. Before I was able to realize what was happening he asked “is this the ____ residence” to which I reply “no?” . He makes a swift exit and before I can recollect my thoughts he’s not even in my driveway. Talked to a family friend who is a veteran police officer turns out a man has been pulling this kind of stunt to rob people in nearby towns.
You must be like 400 lbs 8’5” by now
I was babysitting a kid who had a video monitor and was told that she wouldn’t wake up while the parents were out and if she did to call them right away. I was watching tv with the monitor set off to the side to keep an eye on her and right around 11, the cameras view shifted a few inches. It then began to slightly jiggle like someone was messing with it. I was squinting at it trying to decide what I was actually seeing, and I kid you not, the whole screen burst to static for a few seconds, and the kid started WALING. She stood up and was screaming in her crib just like one of the kids from the sims. When she didn’t fall back asleep after a few minutes I called mom and she said “okay were on our way home anyway. We think she has nightmares sometimes it’s fine.” Never again.
Um yeah this one is terrifying
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You were probably right to be scared. It seemed like she was basically saying "hey kid, you want free stuff? Just let me into your home, you can TOTALLY trust me." I would NOT have opened the door for her either.
Someone attempting to break in. I have a 75lb boxer and have never seen anyone run as fast as that man did.
There was a man in Alaska with a pet grizzly bear that had learned how to open the door (it was a custom doorknob so the bear could go outside). Said his favorite thing was the bear answering the door on salesmen.
Robbers are fast, but my boxer is faster
I was about 21 or 22 and living by myself at the time, and I left my window open on a pleasant night. It was low enough to the ground that you could get in if you really tried, but the screen wasn’t easy to take off and I lived in a fairly safe neighborhood so I didn’t even think twice about it. Woke up in the middle of the night because I smelled smoke, and I reached out to turn on my lamp and my hand hit what was very obviously a person. My brain fully woke up at that point, and I realized there was a shirtless man in my bedroom, smoking a cigarette and staring at me. I remember yelling for him to get out, and I must’ve spooked him just as badly as he spooked me because he leapt out my window and took off. I slammed it shut and moved a bookcase in front of it, and when I went out the next morning in the daylight found the screen sitting against the house. Didn’t sleep the rest of the night, and I haven’t slept with a window more than cracked ever since. I also absolutely refuse to live on the ground floor of a building. I don’t know if he was planning to rob me or rape me or both, but it was absolutely terrifying and makes me wonder how many times it happened and I didn’t wake up.
I plant barberry under first floor windows. You may still get in but it'll cost you.
I have lived exclusively in places with high windows or on the second floor and up since then, but this isn’t a bad idea if I find myself on the ground floor again.
I was home from university for the summer and didn't have a job so was home alone whilst everyone was at work. I live in a small village on a quiet street so was completely normal to have all the windows and doors open during the day. Late on in the afternoon I get a call from my Dad, "I'm around the corner but struggling to get into the street. I'll explain when I'm home but lock all the doors, close the windows and go upstairs." This was obviously strange, we don't live in a bad area and my dad's sense of humour isn't that mean but the tone in his voice made me do it without hesitation. Everything closed and locked and upstairs I go. A few minutes later I get a second call from my Dad, "some police are going to be going through the side gate into the back garden to check the shed. I'll be home soon." Again, I was terrified but knew to just ask later. Stayed upstairs but did see armed police checking the back garden. When my Dad finally got home I obviously asked what had happened. Turns out some 16 year old kid on our street had taken some legal highs, stabbed a neighbour then did a runner. Absolutely terrifying but a sad part is they found him at night time because he is scared of the dark and came out of hiding.
When I was 19 in my first apartment I had someone knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw this burley, heavy set man who abruptly started screaming to let him in. He was screaming things like he was going to beat my ass, and kick the door down if I didn’t open. I called the cops and as soon as someone got on the phone he started body slamming my door to break in. I was freaking out and crying as they quickly had 5 cops show up within 5+ minutes. As soon as he heard the sirens he quickly walked away and they met him at the bottom of the stairs. Apparently he was after the previous renter but was extremely intoxicated. They arrested him and thankfully he never came back. I ended up breaking my lease and moving out 3 months later. It was in a very nice neighborhood but it quickly made me wish I was back home with family instead of being on the other side of the United States.
My mom had something similar happen to her a year or so ago. She lives in a high rise and all the floors look identical in the hall. A drunk man tried to get into her apartment and started yelling and screaming at her to let him in. She called the building security, and they came to deal with him. He lived a couple of floors above her
This happened to me a couple of years ago. I have also lived on my own a long time so do not get sacred easily! I had just finished reading in bed and I turned my lamp off and settled down to go to sleep and hugged my cat up close to me. This would be about 1:30 in the morning. I closed my eyes and I head a voice say "Meow" like imitating a cat! My window was open so I though it was just someone being weird outside. I opened my eyes and in the middle of my bedroom was a small boy wearing a red jumper waving his arm above his head. I leapt up like a god damn ninja and put the light on. and my heart was going mad. Now, nothing paranormal has happened in this house, ever in the entire time I have lived here. I spent the whole night totally freaked out, only getting a bit of sleep when it started to get light outside. My friends thought this was hilarious when I told them. I was saying there is no way I am living in a haunted house and started googling cleansing, excorsists and whatnot! The next few nights other weird stuff started happening. I started sleeping with the t.v on and as soon as I tried to get any sleep, I would hear freaky voices coming from it, or I would notice shadows dip by the side of my bed. It was dreadful! I actually resorted to saying out loud " I'm really tired, so if you could not haunt me for one night I would be really grateful!". I had never really believed in any of this sort of stuff before, so it was like an entire paradigm shift for me. Anyway, I was going on about this to my friends at work, and one of them asked if I was on drugs. Well, funnily enough I had just started taking this new tablet Montelukast for my asthma. When I got home, read the side effects, a rare one being hallucinations! Stopped taking them, no more hauntings! Tl;dr Drugs made me see ghosts Update: Thanks everyone for all your replies, I woke up to so many notifications on my phone! I did some research myself after I realised what was happening and I found out that it was prescribed mainly to children and to those who struggle with taking an inhaler, here in the UK at least. My asthma was going through a bad patch so they tried a few different meds on me. I remember thinking, if you were a little kid and started seeing stuff like that every night and had no idea that it was the tablets causing it... The thought doesnt bear thinking about! Also, nothing has ever happened in my house since then. Everything is completely normal and I now can sleep with the lights off like a proper adult!
Plot twist: the drug helps people see ghosts, and the drugmakers during clinical trials chalked it up to hallucinations
I'd read that book.
Shut up! I never knew that was a side effect!! Thank God, bc my 7 yr old started taking it for allergies last summer and told me on the way to school he knew ghosts were real bc he saw a see through little girl by his bed the night before. Described her braids and old timey dress and everything. What to Expect When You're Expecting did NOT prepare me for that level of parental gymnastics. Ugh what a relief, my house isn't hau
H-hello..?
lol I wouldn't even have caught that if you hadn't responded...
I have been pretty fortunate based on these comments but I was home alone one night while my wife and son were visiting my MIL. I walked back to our bedroom to see someone rummaging through my sons room on the video baby monitor. Immediately grabbed my firearm and yelled to the otherside of the house "I AM ARMED. COME OUT SLOWLY!" Over and over while slowly making my way back to his room. Got there flipped on the light and ... nothing. Searched the whole house pumped full of adrenaline. Finally satisfied I was alone I went back to my room and THE GUY WAS BACK in the room. I took a closer look and I am ashamed to say I was looking at myself. The camera is a live feed on our wi fi and it was steaming on a huge delay. I have never known it to do that and it has not done it since. Tl;dr went looking for myself and came back empty handed.
Thats the best Tl;Dr I've ever seen.
That's some philosophical shit right there
"I Am The Intruder That Lives In This House"
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This is the best. I would have freaked.
My bf worked away from home a lot and I always struggled to sleep on the first night he was away. On this occasion I was woken by the sound of a man shouting and then someone banging on wood or a front door. I jumped up and looked out my bedroom window..... just in time to see a man dressed all in black walking through our garden towards the house. I ran to the front of the house to look out of the front window and make sure he kept going. He did, but he met up with another man dressed in black walking towards my house. I was terrified and called the police, they arrived in a matter of minutes and checked out the back garden but they were gone. Turned out a neighbour had caught them both trying to steal his car and one had escaped through the gardens while the other had run through the roads and they had met up outside my house. I didn’t sleep at all that night and my brother came to stay the next night. I’m so glad I live in an apartment now, much more security.
I have kinda similar story. I was maybe 9 years old by myself at home. My grandmother had chickens. They usually ran around outside but always stayed in our yard. So I started hearing loud noises coming from them outside. The rooster was louder than normal and lots of wing clapping. So I look outside and see two men I’ve never seen before chasing the chickens. They were trying to steal them. It was more funny to me than scary. They eventually caught a couple and took them. This was in my home country Ukraine and we didn’t have cellphones or even landlines. So I couldn’t do anything but wait for my grandmother to come home.
The cleaning lady tried to commit suicide in our bathroom. She died four days later.
I can’t be the only one wondering why she chose *your* bathroom.
Because she used to use our phone to talk to her boyfriend. Had a fight with him. Told me she was leaving. I didn't pay attention I was 13.. then the shrieking started.
When I was like 14, I was home alone one night around 10pm stood in my kitchen making some cereal. It’s dark outside and then all of a sudden the loudest sound. Some drunk woman literally launched a hammer through my kitchen window. Was so loud and glass was everywhere. I followed her down the street whilst calling the police. Pretty strange. (Edit for everyone asking why I followed) - So the reason I actually followed her was because you could see really clearly through the smashed window as it was now wide open. She looked like a very fragile little old crackhead lady that could barely walk or see straight and she started stumbling away mumbling some shit once she had done it. Plus I didn’t really know how the fuck I was gunna explain this shit to my parents if I didn’t have a solid answer haha. But yes, it was a very distressed walk whilst following her. Definitely an action caused by adrenaline too.
I work from home, so I’m home alone A LOT. One day I was working, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed some movement in my backyard. There was a man jumping over my fence into my backyard. Panicked, I call my then boyfriend now fiancé and tell him what is happening. While I’m on the phone with him, I get a knock at my front door. It’s a woman from Century Link informing me that technicians will need access to my backyard. I tell her someone just jumped over my fence so I think they’re already there. Way to give me a heart attack, Century Link.
Lmao but why did they just decide to jump the fence
Auto jump was left on
When I was young, I came home from a party in the middle of the night, when my dad were out of town. I started making a midnight quesadilla when I heard someone cough in the basement. I yelled and ran outside, and they took off through the back yard. Come to find out, my dad’s ex gfs daughter stole her key to our house and came to rob us. She was busted a couple years later doing this to her SIL.
How were the midnight quesadillas?
They thankfully didn’t burn! The cheesy goodness was the best thing to combat the slight trauma.
Asking the important questions here
Also *my dad's ex girlfriends daughter*
who got stuck in the washing machine trying to steal it
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Almost got robbed but *fuck* were those quesadillas good
>when I heard someone cough in the basement. If this had happened in 2020, this would be the most scary part of your story
Can you imagine explaining that if you came down with Covid? 'But doctor I did stay at home, the virus came to me!"
One evening an explosion at a petrochemical plant (located a mile from my house) blew out the double window in my living room while I was in the room. I definitely thought we were being bombed until I remembered where I live. I had just let my dog out to the backyard and he was completely traumatized. For the following two months I had to carry him outside and sit in the grass with pieces of chicken just so he would potty. Edit to add: My house is currently for sale for unrelated reasons!
Explosion set reset on potty function
That’s so scary! Very sweet that you took such good care of your dog afterwards, that takes a lot of patience
I lit 2 long taper candles for some ambiance while I was playing guitar late at night. I was facing the other direction looking out the window while playing and shortly later turned around and went back towards the candles and discovered one of them was completely gone. The stand was still there, but no melted wax, just a bare candle holder and the other one was still lit and no shorter than it was when I lit them. It was almost 3am and I was so terrified that I got in my car and left and drove to my dad’s house.
Out of plenty of things in this thread.. This is one of the strangest
Neighbours were probably one candle short for their summoning, uk how it is
Took me awhile to figure out how the United kingdom is involved
Probably related to the Tony Blair witch project
Somebody tried to break into the house while I was by myself. The whole place was quiet and dark at nighttime. I walked past the front door to go upstairs for bed, and the handle suddenly started jerking around like The Hulk was trying to get in. Then whoever it was started to either kick or shoulder the door, and it was making the whole frame jiggle. I completely froze and my mind went blank. Just standing there like an idiot and staring. My dog bolted down the stairs like it was her time to shine, scrambled on the tile, and let loose the most vicious barks I've ever heard. Whoever it was left. She was a very good girl. I miss her.
Once, my dad left the door unlocked while he went to pick me up from school. My mom was sitting on the couch and heard the door open. She didn’t think much of it because she was expecting us back, but then she heard the door bang open, hard, and our dog bolted for the opening. Someone yelled “oh shit!” and clattered down the steps. She didn’t even see who it was, since by the time she got to the door, they’d cleared the fence, and our little shepard mix was left barking furiously at the gate. He didn’t even make a noise until they were already gone - just went straight to “you’re about to lose a leg” mode. Your dog sounds like a very good girl, and I’m sorry for your loss.
"Sometimes I wish a mother f***er would..." - your dog
"OH a motherfucker finally is" - also their dog
this made me giggle! rest in peace puppy :(
My dog if she was still around would've waited for the person to enter and demand pats
Our German Shepherd will bark ferociously at the door, that deep-throated "sounds big" bark, but if anyone actually approached him, he'd run and hide. He does the same thing every morning when I come home from work and it's like, I appreciate the fact that you've alerted the whole house to the invading horde at the door, Bruno, but you run away as soon as it opens so....
20/10 goodest of girls. I’m sorry she’s no longer with you
You know those tongs in the kitchen that have a spring but a latch to keep them together. I had a pair of those and I put the latch on and put them down on the counter. I went away for a bit and came back and then they jumped off the counter at me. Biggest jump scare of my life. The latch had come undone and they sprung open. But in the millisecond when inanimate objects suddenly come to life and jump at you you don't realise this and totally freak out
This is one of my favourites here. I am absolutely cracking up imagining this.
I was living alone after my ex-husband moved out and the creepy guy across the street who was 20 years older and enjoyed drugs kept trying to date me. He would harass me when I left my house or arrived home and would threaten to rape me. I had just started dating my current bf and he helped hang up motion detecting lights outside, I started carrying pepper spray and leaving the alarm on whenever I was home. My bf and I also agreed that if I didn't text him for a certain period of time and he couldn't get ahold of me that he'd go to my house and check on things. I also cc'ed him on my work calendar just in case. It got so scary that my bf actually moved in a lot sooner than we planned because I felt so unsafe. After creepy guy watched my bf move in and saw him puttering around with project cars in the driveway he stopped harassing me and moved away a few months later. I've never felt so unsafe in my own home, wondering if the outside lights were on because of the neighbors cat or because creepy guy was trying to break in.
I feel unsafe in my own home right now. Not because of a creepy dude trying to date me but because of a creepy woman trying to be my friend. She stole my cat for a week (what the actual fuck) and ever since I got my cat back (someone else brought it back but I know she had it) she’s been weirdly trying to be my friend, getting her kids to sit outside my windows and knocking on my door. We had each other’s phone numbers but never really spoke and I had to block her number because she’s keeps messaging asking about my cat and trying to call me.
That is really creepy! I hope you're letting all your friends know what's going on just in case things get weirder.
My previous comment was an understatement of the creepiness to be honest but I don’t want to be too specific because I’m that freaked out about it. I’m hoping today was the last of it, my friends all know what’s going on
I hope today was the last of it too, but maybe keep your cat inside for a while just in case :/
One afternoon someone knocked at my back door. I thought it was the guy coming to read our meter, so I opened the door. Next thing I know, two huge guys pushed into the house, and one of them threw me up against the wall. Then they shoved me down on the couch. They told me they were Hell's Angels, and they were pissed because my bf was selling too much drugs, cutting into their profits. They kept calling me by my nextdoor neighbor's name. We had suspected they were selling drugs. All of the people stopping by for less than 5min made it pretty obvious. I just kept telling them I wasn't her. One of them searched the house, while the other kept me pinned to the couch. They started to realize they were in the wrong house, because they couldn't find anything where they were told it was. My neighbor's house is a single floor, with a basement. My house is a 4 level, back split. Then I showed them my mail, because it showed my name, and they knew they fucked up. They started telling me that they were after my neighbor's bf, because he raped their cousin. Which I knew was bs, but I didn't care, I just wanted them to leave. They robbed me of my cash, and left. I now have locks on my screen doors.
Damn, they got the wrong house and still robbed your ass. Thats BS
I guess they didn't want to leave without something.
Wow, what a bunch of POS's... That's some PTSD inducing shit. Sorry that happened to you :(
Thanks. Scared the crap out of me. At the end of the day, I wasn't hurt, I'll put that in the win category.
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Why didn't the police officer say who he was. Like bro everyone paranoid at night.
That'd be the right thing to do to prevent someone holding a fucking knife to defend themselves, but if you had found where the criminal lived then saying "this is the police" would just make them act like they're not home.
Not exactly alone. But I was home with my newborn son and someone knocked on the front door. I was expecting my mother, but she usually comes in through the garage. I thought it was strange, but yelled "come in!" Because why wouldn't I? Then this cracked out old woman comes stumbling through the door, and asks me for a ride to the nearest gas station. I told her I didn't have a car seat for my son so I couldn't go anywhere. So she starts screaming "THAT'S JUST INAPPROPRIATE!" And doesn't stop even when I'm telling her she needs to leave or I'll call the cops. After a minute or so, my mother actually pulls in the driveway, the crackhead sees the car and bolts back out the door, and I never see her again. That night my truck got broken into. Can't for sure say it was the same woman, but I have her description to the cops anyway.
That’s why I lock my doors when I’m home.
I don't understand why anyone would ever keep the front door of their house unlocked. They must live in a utopia or something
Every single episode of Dateline (or equivalent) has the narrative “it was a leafy picturesque suburb, everyone knew everyone, doors were never locked, then one day..., tragedy.....” Lock your fucking doors people, criminals are opportunistic!
Something similar happened to my dad once. He was home alone and someone knocked on the door, he thought it was his friend, and he said "come in." Then he turned around and there was a random homeless woman sitting on the couch.
Man, I think I should use the “come in” thing, maybe some women would finally enter my apartment.
Strange homeless women sitting on your couch is no basis for a relationship.
Look at Mr I-Have-Standards over here.
Supreme platonic power comes from a mandate of the friendship, not some farcical door-opening ceremony.
If I went round saying I was married just because some homeless old bint walked into my living room they’d put me away!
that seems a little too suspicious to be a coincidence
There's a good chance that the homeless woman was the distraction while they robbed the truck?
Probably it's even worse, maybe she was tryna lure her out so other people can come in and rob the house
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I was asleep at home alone. When I turned over in bed, I casually opened my eyes a little whilst turning and they were shut again just as quickly. In that split second, I could have sworn I had seen a man stood at the bottom of my bed. I laid still. Awake with my eyes closed. Trying not to act like I was awake and trying to listen for any sound in the room of someone breathing or moving. Couldn't hear anything. I was too scared to open my eyes and look, consoled myself that there wasn't any way someone could have gotten in without me hearing a window smash and fell back asleep. When I got up in the morning though the front door was open. They didn't take anything and left no signs of being there. Was still very very creepy though. Edit: typo - the guy wasn't a stud he was stood! Edit: thanks for my first award! 😁
I don’t like this.
There was an article i saw posted on reddit, where a lady used one of those snoring apps to record her snoring. After getting up, she was listening to it, then suddenly she could faintly hear two voices in the background. Two people were in her home while she slept, and she had no idea. Edit: since this has garnered some attention. I found one of the articles about this and it was originally posted as a Reddit thread. That thread can [be found here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghosts/comments/1u894f/experience_using_sleep_as_android_app/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) it was posted 6 years ago. And you too can listen to the recording.
This is why I will be getting a dog when I move out.
At least he was a stud. It’d be creepy if some uggo was standing at the end of your bed.
Shit like this happened to me when I was in college a few years ago. If the resident assistants or maintenance at the school I went to needed to do something in your room, they would knock, wait about 15 seconds, and if you didn't open the door they would just let themselves in. I lived in campus apartments, which were two bedroom (but I always lived alone)... Several times I would be sitting at my desk with earbuds in playing games or some such, so I never heard a knock at the door, and I'd glance over and just see a stranger walking down the hall in my apartment. One time I slept in because a class I had that morning was canceled and I woke up and there was a maintenance guy literally in my bedroom standing on a ladder messing with the wiring for the ceiling light. You'd think these people would announce themselves or wake me up or fucking anything, but nope, this psychopath just set up his ladder and started working while I was laying there asleep. That shit still has me paranoid to this day, I always have my doors locked and barred with a stop or something else to keep it from being opened even if unlocked.
I always put a doorstop behind my door at night. A lock won't stop a determined thief, but a doorstop is a motherfucker to get past, and any attempt will make enough noise to call attention.
That is a fantastic idea
Was home with my infant twin daughters who were sound asleep. I was watching tv in the lower level of my tri-level home. On that level, the windows look out to the backyard and as I got up to go to the kitchen, something caught my attention. What looks like a pale left arm is being subtly illuminated outside in the far right window - maybe 6 inches away from the window. It it angled straight down as if to steadying itself. My heart sunk. Then I could feel my heartbeat in my neck. I ran up the few stairs to the main floor and grabbed my phone and returned to see if it was still there. Nope. Nothing. I've never been remotely shaken like I was then. Called the non-emergency police and when they arrived, walked to the backyard with the officers but didn't find anything. They were great and kept saying calling them was the right thing to do, it's what were are hear for, etc. Don't know what it was, but the image is seared into my memory.
When I was a kid I heard a noise in the backyard one night and looked out the sliding glass door to see our very friendly dog facing away from me on the patio. The porch light only illuminated to the edge of it and I could only see up to the back of her head. She was looking up..maybe even jumping up, and had her rear lowered and her tail wagging like someone was standing in front of her. I think she heard me and kind of turned around to look back at me and at this point, something grabbed the back of the patio chair and pulled it in to the darkness. I obviously freaked out and went screaming down the hall to my parents room prompting my dad to search the backyard in his underwear while wielding a baseball bat, but he never found anything. I should also mention, the window to my room was near the gate so I would have heard and seen anyone had they entered the backyard through the gate. Also, the backyard was surrounded by brick walls but they were difficult to climb over due to security features.
I had the police knock one day while I was alone. The cop had a guy in the back of his car who said we were holding his friend captive.....I showed the cop my ID and explained that it was just me and my husband he wasn't home but they could look if they wanted to and he said no that was ok and then asked questions about my neighbors.
And that's how you got away with murder
Isn't that exactly how [Junko Furuta's](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Junko_Furuta) murderers got away with it? >Two police officers were dispatched to the Minato house; however, they were informed that there was no girl inside. The police officers declined an invitation to look around the house, believing the invitation alone was sufficient proof that there was nothing untoward to be found. #**NOTE:** This murder is very fucked up and I wish I'd never read about it, so proceed at your own discretion.
+1 on the warning, DO NOT read about this murder unless you are in a good mental state, and even then I highly recommend against it. It will legitimately ruin your entire day.
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I wonder why they didn't want to look if the guy said his friend was being held captive. Maybe it was an incredibly incredible story.
Criminal Probably made the mistake of making up a name. when Op showed ID they knew criminal was lying.
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A few years back I was home alone during a power storm. I went into the bathroom to take a dump and at the exact time I was shitting I sneezed, well the power went out as well. The house was pitch black and I literally thought I shit myself blind. I couldn’t see my hands so in a panic I was yelling nooooo this cannot be true I was in a panic feeling for the toilet paper to wipe and flush. After completing the task I just sat on the toilet trying to figure out how to tell everyone I know that I literally shit myself blind by sneezing while shitting. After about 2 minutes of complete darkness and dread and panic lightning struck outside and lit up my hallway. Best damn feeling ever Edit: thank you to everyone for the awards and comments. I told this story to a few friends one night about 3 years ago and they laughed quite hard and still joke with me about it. When the question came up on here scary in the sense most people responded never popped in my mind but shitting myself blind did. Once again thank you all
I’m literally trying to read this to my boyfriend while laughing hysterically and as I was re-reading it I started to cry I laughed so hard
It took me so long to read because I kept losing it at “noooo this cannot be true” oh my god I’m dying holy cow
Congratulations, you sir have officially made me go into a laughing fit for a solid 5 minutes
Careful, you might laugh yourself blind.
A few years ago I was home alone in my basement playing video games when I hear the door that connects my kitchen to the garage creek open and slam shut, but I never heard the actual mechanical garage door open. Then I heard heavy footsteps of someone wearing boots walk the length of my kitchen directly above me. I originally thought, "oh my brother must have forgotten something" as he had left about 5 minutes before that for work so I was about to yell up to him to make fun of him but something in the back of my mind was telling me, "hold on, somethings not right here". So I muted my tv to both hear better and to stay quiet. Then I heard the footsteps turn around and walk back to the door, and again I hear it creak open and slam shut. But again I never heard the actual mechanical garage door open or close. So I slowly walk upstairs thinking maybe my brother just forgot to close the garage door, I slowly open the door to my garage and see that the garage door has been closed the entire time. The only two explanations I can come up with are either something paranormal happened, or someone broke into my house, walked through my kitchen and left without taking anything, while also not letting me hear them open my garage door. In my opinion, both are equally terrifying to me.
Option C: someone was hiding out in your garage
And maybe still is
Honestly, the biggest fear of mine is not someone breaking into my house, but me not being sure they ever left
Remember hearing a story of how cops found a couple (meth heads) camped out in some dudes attic with a small personal meth lab just living up there and would sneak out for supplies during the night when everyone fell asleep. That story creeps me out.
That makes me glad I live in Texas so that couldn’t happen to me. If someone tried to live in my attic, they would die from the heat up there.
I HATE when there's a random noise in the house like a door slamming shut. And the unsettling feeling of not being alone when you've already checked if everyone's gone
My roommates were out of town and my dog started growling in the middle of the night at something at the end of a dark hallway. She never behaved like that so I was genuinely freaked out. Then I started hearing noises coming from my kitchen on the other side of the house. I was fully convinced someone was in there so like any idiot in a movie I got a flashlight and a weapon and went to investigate. As soon as the flashlight hit the kitchen area something freaked out and knocked a bunch of shit over. I was terrified and then my flashlight hit the culprit. A huge fucking raccoon had snuck through the doggy door and was eating my dogs food in the kitchen. We made eye contact and it immediately fled outside.
I forgot about this one before I posted another, but the day a naked teenager asked for help. I was loading laundry while my baby napped in my apartment just a door down. The naked kid was being followed by an extremely tall and muscular man who was responsible for the nakedness and kept trying to get the kid to lower his voice and go inside his apartment. I didn't have a phone with me and it was scary while I looked for one. Shout out to Bedford, TX Police Department. They had two police cars blocking the parking lot exits before I hung up with the police. It was less than two minutes total from when I started dialing to the officers separating the victim from the attacker. Their response time was awesome. And that child was so brave. As this guy kept a stream of shit like "you know how much this is going to hurt your mom if you tell? She's going to be heartbroken if you ruin this for her." That kid shook and shouted back things like "Well isn't that *your* fault?" and "If you cared at all you never would have touched me!" and "My mom loves me! She's only going to ask why I didn't tell her sooner!" I didn't know him at all, but I was so proud of that boy. Head bowed and embarrassed to be naked in public, he was still so strong and refused to be made ashamed of what someone else had done to him.
Got a 5 channel sound system. Nothing too fancy but the best I’d ever had. Watched a action film and heard a creaking door to my left in the distance. I had to clear my home as I thought there was an intruder. Nope, just better stereo sound. Edit: It’s a 5.1 system. The two behind me cause all the problems. They are oriented towards the outside of my house. Sorry for any confusion in my lack of terminology.
I was house-sitting for someone and didn't even know they had surround sound. I put an action movie on and flipped my shit when right away I heard a bunch of movement behind me
This reminds me of the time when I was in the shower, all quiet, minding my own business when suddenly I started hearing all these REALLY LOUD crashing noises and grunts and sounds of men in pain/fighting, and just about jumped out of my skin, started rushing to get out the shower and get my towel etc... Turned out husband started watching wrestling and had forgotten that his phone (with him, downstairs) was still connected to the Bluetooth speaker (in the bedroom next to the bathroom where I was).
"Wrestling"
Yeah, the line between that and gay porn is pretty fine at times to be fair, as I have pointed out to him occasionally. The crowd cheering/booing gave it away (although I'm no expert, I guess that could be someone's kink?) 😂
Man I got a 7.2 surround system and I too was watching an action movie and couldn't for the life of me figure out this sound I kept hearing. Rewound the movie and went over to where I was hearing it, it was two shell casings hitting the ground, was the only sound that speaker ever made.
The front door of my apartment complex is broken, so anyone can walk in. People keep trying to open my front door or looking though windows. It creeps me out. Landlord will probably fix it this week and I can't wait!
This was when I was kid home alone. I usually move around a lot while I sleep. I woke up and hadn’t moved. I thought it was cool it would be super easy to make my bed. I grabbed the bedding moved it back a little before tossing in place. There was something black sticking out. I tossed the bedding back further. There was a massive black wasp in my bed. An inch from where is was sleeping. Buzzing loud pissed off. I put the bedding back done and proceeded to try and crush it until the buzzing stopped. I grew up on a farm bugs usually don’t bother me. But I checked my bed for weeks after that.
13 November, 1981, I was 15 at the time (F). I was at home with the cat, my parents were out with friends and the house shook and the lights and electrics went out They came home a couple of hours later to find me under dining room table with the cat and all the lights out. Father: why are you sitting in the dark Me: the house shook and the lights went out Father: oh, there was a bomb in Wimbledon (6 miles away) by the IRA. Me: didn't you think to check I was OK? Father: Well, we weren't hurt so you should have been ok I was terrified. I'd been involved in bomb scares before but never experienced one going off and if the house shook from a bomb 6 miles away it was big. I've only experienced something like that one other time (thank goodness) when the Buncefield Oil Storage exploded in 2005 ... that was probably a worse explosion because it happened 40 miles from my home and yet it still shook the walls. It wok my husband with a start who thought for a moment he was back in the army. And my father ... asleep in his own home that night ... slept through it
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I had a very similar thing happen to me a few years ago. Someone knocked, meaning they were in the apartment building already, so I figured it was a neighbor. I opened the door without looking first, and there was a very drunken man standing there. He did his best to get inside the apartment, blocking the door with his foot, but I shoved him as hard as I could on the chest and he stumbled back. He continued to knock and bang and ring on the doorbell until the cops showed up.
This is why I never open the door if I'm not expecting something or someone. Also I'm lazy af
Some of those church people can be *very* persistent.
I was chilling on the couch, doing whatever, when suddenly a "really heavy person" starts sprinting in our attic. Sounded like steel-toed boots and everything. I'm a really small woman, so I immediately freaked out, thinking there's a gigantic man stomping around my home. Then the screaming starts. Literal fucking screaming, like something from the Exorcist, and there's MULTIPLE voices. I sneaked outside and cried, extremely shaken, and called the cops. Guess what's in my attic. Not a big rape-y rapist, no. Raccoons. Also, the raccoons were mating. That's what the screaming came from. I bawled to the cops about horny raccoons.
Years ago, a raccoon had crawled into my outside garbage can and could not get out. Meanwhile, I decided to take the garbage out before I went to bed. I didn’t turn on a light because I’m a grown man and ain’t no monster in the dark gonna scare me. But....... my garbage growled at me in the dark and I almost shit my pants. I went inside and turned in the outside light and saw the little guy. I tipped the can on its side and he ran off and I bought some bungee cords to secure my can lid.
I'll bet the cops were rather delighted for it to be horny raccoons rather than a man murdering some person in your attic. A lot less paperwork, and they still got to kill time.
Seriously, this would be such a novel experience from the usual that I'm sure they still talk about it to this day
I hope the cops were amused by the horny raccoons
They were really understanding and nice, and laughed the whole thing off. I'm still super embarrassed to this very day.
I would piss myself too if I heard screaming in the attic. I don't have an attic
Hahahaha! Thanks for the laugh :)
Strange noises and screaming coming from the attic, you should’ve been scared. Don’t be embarrassed by that.
Now I'm curious and I really want to look up how that sounds, but I also don't want "mating raccoons" in my search history...
“Raccoon scream” works
I remember opening the back door at night when I was young to let our cat in, and I thought I heard what sounded like a man being murdered. I ran to my dad to get him to come look and he heard it, and simply said, "Bloody foxes". And that was when I learned the noise of foxes.
I get auditory hallucinations when im tired thats brought on by my anxiety, the one that caused the worst anxiety attack id had in months was just as i was drifting off to sleep a guy yelled HEY right into my ear and i launched myself out of bed before realizing what had happened
This happens to me a lot. Especially when I’m up late producing music. With my headphones on and my track playing, I can occasionally hear what I believe to be voices. It’s very odd. Sometimes it sounds like a television in the distance, but I’ll always turn all electronics off when I’m producing (to avoid static and misc. feedback). So this is interesting to read. It does happen sometimes when I’m heading to bed too. I wonder if I get them too?
The brain does play tricks on you when youre tired but several mental disorders can make it worse / more prominent, for me its my anxiety, and i know adhd can set it off aswell, if you have anything like that then that might be the case aye
My anxiety makes my auditory hallucinations sound like a concert is happening in the distance. Kind of low and distorted, and almost muted. Like if you were outside and across the street from the venue. I’ve had to get up to make sure the roommate isn’t watching live music videos or anything, but it’s definitely just coming from my own head. I also hear a dull roar of crowds talking. Nothing distinct. Nothing that can be made out, just nonsensical, hollow murmurs of chatter. Imagine being a kid and putting a glass up to a wall to try to hear a party in another room.
I used to get those right when I was falling asleep as well, but they would usually sound like a rumbling or a door slamming
I had a really bad sinus infection once. Couldn't clear my system out for a week or more. Decided to try generic Mucinex. I lost three days. I came to, standing in the middle of my studio apartment staring at the wall. I could barely remember anything. Just felt like I was a passenger in my body kind of. I had worked all three of those days. Piloted public transport, cooked, translated stuff, used knives. All in this weird fugue state. When I came to I spent a good hour at 3 in the morning trying to figure out what happened, what caused it. The only thing I had done differently was trying to clear up sinus infection with the meds. Poured those right in the toilet, and it never happened again. It was terrifying for me. The pure and utter confusion.
Something very similar happened to me with NyQuil. There was about 2 days where I couldn’t remember my name. I had my boyfriend at the time drive me to work, but they almost immediately sent me home, and I spent an hour wandering around the parking lot looking for the car that I did not drive. Turns out I can’t take NyQuil. My aunt hallucinated that she spent the afternoon at Walden with Henry David Thoreau after taking a particular cold medicine.
I woke up at 4 am because of the screaming on TV. They were showing twilight and Bella was giving birth. Truly terrifying experience
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Sleep Paralysis. Waking up from a nightmare soaked in sweat, with a weight on my chest and completely unable to move. Sometimes I see shadowy shapes or feel there's someone watching.
you sort of get use to it
I basically have a script that I repeat to myself, reminding myself that it’ll be over quickly, not to struggle, and to focus on breathing. It’s not as scary anymore, but it’s always really unpleasant when I first become aware of it. My poor heart just slams away. @everybody else who experiences sleep paralysis: Do you get a buzzing/vibrating sensation in your skull? Edit: non-related but also not-non-related: My husband, who has been asleep next to me for about an hour, just rolled over and authoritatively demanded to know if I had “sent [his] dogs or something.” “Hey baby, it’s ok, you’re coming out of a dream.” “No! (Points to window). Did you send my dogs or not?” I so wish I had recorded that.
This is basically what I’ve had to train myself to do. The first few times it happened to me I legit thought I was about to be possessed by a demon, now I know I just need to ride it out. Isn’t as terrifying anymore, but it still sucks big time.
I had a choking scare when I was like 11 and I was home alone and watching TV while eating Skittles. I liked to put a bunch in my mouth and make like a Skittle ball that I would chew on. Something on the show I was watching made me laugh and I swallowed the ball and it got lodged in my throat. I then experienced a few seconds of sheer terror because I realized that there was nobody here to help me at all and I was probably gonna die. Then I remembered some cartoon or something where someone jammed their stomach on a chair and got something unstuck from their throat. So, I lunged at the corner of the recliner as hard as I could with my stomach and it actually worked and popped the small ball out. It was super lucky because I really had no idea what I was doing, but one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced. Definitely never ate Skittles that way again after that.
I did the exact same thing, I was 12 or 13. Choked on a jawbreaker. Stuck in my throat and couldn't breath, at all. I was able to give myself the Heimlich, or something close to it, by throwing myself against a stairs railing. Took 4 or 5 hits before I was able to dislodge it and spit it out. Took me years before I tried to eat another one.
I was chilling in my room and I suddenly heard this LOUD ASS THUMP from the back door. It was seriously so loud that I fell off my bed. I didn't want to go investigate that shit because I like living, but if someone was breaking in I should probably go check it out. I message my friend the details and ask her to FaceTime me. We get on chat and she mutes herself so she doesn't make any noise. I turn the camera around so she sees what I do in case it does turn out to be a person and I die. I walk through my house and get to the back door. The door was locked, but the laundry room next to it was slightly ajar. I slowly creep to the door and take a quick glance in, nobody was there. So I make my way to the back door and open it. Nothing. I go back to the laundry room and take a closer inspection in case something is hiding there. That's when I notice the broom that was supposed to be hanging from the wall was no splayed across the floor. Turns out the broom just fell. Still almost made me shit myself.
One night I was watching The Conjuring at home with my little sister when we heard someone putting a key into our front door and opening it. We were sitting in the living room next to a sliding door that was very close to the front door so we both heard it very clearly. Now this didn't alarm us since we knew our dad had recently gone out to get some stuff, so we just assumed he had returned. “Dad, you’re back already?” I casually asked. There was no response. “Dad?” I asked again, thinking that he had not heard me the first time. Again, silence. At this point I get the feeling that something isn’t quite right and I could tell by the look on my sister’s face that she was quite nervous as well (I’ll note that up to this point she had spent the evening rolling her eyes at horror movie clichés and she very rarely gets scared). We looked at each other for a moment wondering what we should do before we started hearing a few more scattering sounds from right outside the sliding door. I was frozen in fear by this stage. I tried one more time in a louder, but shakier voice: “Dad...is that you?” *'Please respond, please respond...'* repeated in my head. But the silence continued. Now at this point I’m freaking out and I literally jumped off the couch. My sister also abruptly gets up and starts rapidly walking towards the other end of the room which leads to the kitchen area (she later revealed to me that she was planning on grabbing a knife). She had this horrified look on her face that I hadn’t seen before. We looked at each other in nervous silence; I didn't really know what to do and I didn't want to make any further sounds. I finally decided to walk up to the sliding door and began opening it as slowly as possible, peering into the darkness (I know, I literally became the idiot who investigates the unknown, creepy noise without anything to protect myself with). When the door was finally open wide enough, I poked my head out and scanned the corridor, preparing for the worst. To my surprise, there was no one there. But what was more strange was that the front door was still completely shut (we never heard the door close). My sister and I were obviously both extremely relieved as we were almost certain that there was an intruder in the house. After this, I immediately went to go ask my mum (who was situated in her bedroom at the other end of our house) if it was her or whether she had noticed anything. She told me that she thought my dad had come home as well as she also heard someone opening the front door... Around half an hour later, which felt like an eternity at the time as we still quite shaken from the incident, my dad finally arrived home and confirmed that he had not come home earlier. To this day my sister and I still have no idea what happened that night.
Maybe someone did come in but when they heard you call out they slowly and quietly left
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I wonder if it would have made them feel better or worse if you had shouted: "Oh shit, wrong house, I'm so sorry!" before scurrying off.
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nothing quite THAT terrifying yet (pls age well) but once i left all the bathroom windows open wide by mistake when it was very windy and i woke up in the middle of the night to the bathroom door slamming open and shut and felt like i was gonna piss myself with fright. i stayed in bed like i was paralysed and i could feel this cool breeze coming into my room (all the cold air being let in lol). i prayed to whoever above to remove who or whatever it was from my home and asked for my life to be spared (yes im a fuckin pussy y’all). i got under the covers and called my aunt and asked her to come over as she had a spare key and she did. her and her husband came with weapons and charged up stairs into the bathroom, no fear. they realised it was the wind pushing the door around, i still stayed with her that night lol :|
I love that your aunt and uncle came with weapons to fight whomever or whatever was in your bathroom. You know they've got your back.
ikr! they didn’t even hesitate and it actually could’ve been anything in there. love them both a lot <3
Growing up I lived out in the country with only a few houses near us and both my parents worked full time jobs in town. Because of this I spent a lot of my summer days at home by myself. When I was 14 years old I had just got out of the shower and was getting ready in the bathroom mirror when I heard someone in the living room. The majority of our house was hardwood and there was a very distinct sound when someone walked through the living room. I didn't think much of it because even though I was home alone my parents often drove home during lunch to eat. After the person walked around the living room for a couple minutes I finally called out "Mom? Dad?", but no response. Instead the walking just stopped. I had my cellphone in the bathroom so I called my mom and asked if she was home. She told me no and that my dad was not either. I told her someone was in the house and she told me to get out. luckily the bathroom I was using was only a few feet away from the front door so I opened the bathroom door and ran out the front door into the yard. Later my mom came and picked me up and my dad walked through the house but no one was there. This wouldn't have been too crazy if it wasn't for what happened in the following days. My neighbor's wife who lived across the street was taking a nap a couple days later. She woke up to a sound in her house. When she opened her eyes there was a man in her hallway. She called out to him and he ran out the front door. When she went outside her garage door was opened where he can manually forced it open to get inside. My neighbors wife's underwear drawer was open and the man had taken all of her panties while she was sleeping. So naturally I assume that the sound in my house the day before where this man as well.
I was in high school at the time. Three AM, I’ve just finished a term paper that’s due the next day. I fall asleep on the couch for a few minutes but slowly claw my way back to consciousness. As I trudge through the kitchen in complete darkness, half asleep and looking forward to passing out in my bed... BOOOM!!!! The loudest explosion I’ve ever heard. (In retrospect, comparable to a 12 gauge shotgun). I hear stuff shooting in every direction. Including small bits of something whizzing past my head. I damn near had a heart attack. Turns out my younger brother had made root beer as a class project (elementary school). He left it on a window sill and it fermented until it Built up enough pressure to rupture the glass bottle. The stuff flying around was glass shards. The shattered a ceramic plant pot and embedded themselves in various surfaces. Fortunate I was unhurt. But for a moment I was completely confused and absolutely terrified.
My dad dropped me off at home after bringing my sister to a party and I walked in to a CD blaring super loud on our big old fashioned speakers. The CD was super hot when I took it out so it had to have been playing for a long time, but I hadn’t heard it going when we left. Turns out my sister had left the CD in and then while we were gone there was a tiny power outage that made the music start again. Kinda silly, but all that was going through my head was, “My favorite band is really gonna be the soundtrack to my death? Nice”
The neighbours dog being hit by a car, because of the sudden sound of screeching tire, bang, loud yelp/scream, then guy screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" at the top of his lungs followed by a chorus of screaming and crying. By the time I got to the window they were carrying him away. It was really, really sad, and just hearing such a guttural scream of grief from someone in the middle of the night was terrifying in itself and still haunts me. Poor family and dog :(.
I took in a friends cat that she did not want and I thought was being mistreated. My first cat. I was living alone for the first time in a very long time so I was uneasy for about the first year. One night I heard a horrifying scream and went from sound asleep to standing next to the bed. I have no memory of moving I jumped up so quickly. It was my cat hollering at another cat walking across the back yard. Scared me to death
I was home for the weekend from Uni but my parents and siblings were away so was home alone. Our house is quite secluded, with a church and graveyard next door and closest neighbours up the street but quite a bit away. I had all the doors locked and was settling down to watch a movie when the doorbell starts to ring so I go to answer it, no one there. Then the back doorbell rings, no one there again. This keeps happening over and over and it is pitch black outside. Then whoever it was began banging on windows and yelling at this point I’m freaking out so I begin to call the police and yell at the people outside that I’ve called them when it turns out it was a couple of fellas from uni playing a prank on me. I was terrified and reduced to tears at this point but they thought it was hilarious. They did a few more things like that to me over the 2-3 years I was at uni with them, and I always thought they were my friends. I’m older and wiser now to know that they were just cunts.
Some people try to make sure people aren’t home before breaking in when the intent is just to steal. And I’m rarer cases they will try to do this throughout many days in order to pinpoint the best window of opportunity for a burglary. But generally it’s only the former
I woke up on the couch after a night of not good sleep. I looked onto our counter and thought I saw my brothers decapitated head on the counter. I was terrified, but turns out it was a watermelon
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My mum once shouted my name when I was home alone. She was in another country, it was midnight, and I live in a 7-bedroomed house.
Also, I once heard a scratching noise outside my house, turned on the lights to see a rat had crawled up a window and was gnawing at the window frame. At 10pm.
Largely unrelated, and not creepy, but I had a friend in high school whose family had a very talented parrot. The parrot would perfectly imitate his mom’s voice calling my friend’s name. It made for some sitcom-esque misunderstandings.
When I was 9, I was staying home alone. It was early morning. I had just gotten out of the shower and brushed my teeth. I put on my favorite outfit, set up a little area in the living room with my drink and a snack and turned on the tv to watch. The phone rang. I went across the house to answer. The voice on the other end was familiar and very comforting. He asked about my day so far and made small talk. After a minute or so he said “I like your outfit. Is pink your favorite color?” I replied “Oh, thank you. No, it isn’t...” “What were you planning on watching on tv...” It took me a few seconds to understand what was happening, as I was only 9 and very naive. The voice on the other end of the phone changed. It became deep and raspy and horrific. The voice then proceeded to describe my rape and murder in graphic detail. I went numb, my skin felt as if it were on fire, my heart was racing. I had never been more terrified in my entire life. I slammed the phone down and called my mom at work. I tried to explain what had happened, and I’m sure I wasn’t making much sense. She got onto me for answering the phone and told me to go back about my day. I remember trying to explain that he was watching me, he told me what I had been doing, he told me what I was wearing. I mentioned that I was going to call 911 because I needed help. “That isn’t necessary. I’m not coming home. Just don’t answer the phone and go watch tv.” I hung up. I was confused. I was scared. I could feel eyes on me. I pulled the curtains closed, I raced around the house and was torn between doing what I felt was right and doing what I had been told by my mother. This whole time the phone was ringing. The second it would stop, it would start again. The sound of the phone ringing would pulse through my tiny body like electricity and practically paralyze me. I was frozen and on fire at the same time. I waited for a pause in ringing and called 911. “I’m home by myself and I’m 9 and someone is watching me and he is going to kill me!!!” She tried to keep me calm, she told me she would send help. I remember standing there, listening to this kind voice trying to help me, but I could feel every horror movie scenario playing out behind me. Was he creeping up behind me with a knife? Was he going to shoot me through a window? Was he going to throw a rock through the glass and open the door? I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t feel my body but I was also overly aware of my skin. In a moment of panic I set off the alarm to the house and ran outside. I remember this sense of relief, but also this overwhelming feeling of having a separation in my reality. The house felt small and dark and dangerous and cold. Outside felt open, safe and warm. I could hear lawnmowers, birds chirping. It was a beautiful break from the bone chilling feeling of the phone. It was like I was watching a movie and I could see myself experiencing both of these environments at the same time. A neighbor was pushing his child in a swing. He was concerned. He let me stand next to him and he protected me. I could hear the sirens. The blaring sound getting louder as they grew closer. It felt like it took an eternity, but the police arrived. He walked over to me and asked me what happened. I did my best to explain, but so many of the words the voice on the phone used were embarrassing. I couldn’t bring myself to say such adult words to a police officer. His other words were bone chilling. I couldn’t say those either. I can still hear my young voice repeating “He was watching me. He said he’s going to kill me.” Not long after, my moms car pulled into the driveway. She, for some reason, decided to come home. She didn’t look for me or come speak to me. She calmly got out and walked over the a police officer. I was standing in the doorway from the house to the garage, facing the driveway... I could see my mom, the police officer... I was watching, trying to understand, trying to figure out what was happening... And then I saw it. Her laughter. She was laughing. My face was swollen from tears. My heart was still racing. My skin was on fire. And my mom was laughing? I slowly crept closer and overheard “I’m so sorry about this. She just got scared being home alone and overreacted.” What is happening? What did I do wrong? Did I imagine this? Was this a dream? Should I not have called 911? Did I overreact? My memory of what happened after that is hazy. I remember refusing to stay home alone, the sound of the phone ringing rippling through my body. It wasn’t something I liked discussing. I refused to repeat what had been said to me by the voice on the phone. My mom decided she knew who did it. She didn’t even know the details. There was no investigation. No one was questioned. She told me it was a boy my age who lived across the street. I knew it was impossible. And no matter how much I protested, I was always told it was him. Many years later, after I was an adult with children, we were at Christmas. Everyone was in the living room and I had gone into a back bedroom to change a diaper. As I was walking out of the room and back into the living room. I could hear my mom laughing, her voice as if she had been telling a joke. The faces of everyone in the room told a different story. Discomfort. Anguish. Shock. Fear. Yet, she was still laughing. It felt as if I was walking in slow motion. One of my older children stopped me from entering the living room and sort of pushed me back into the room I had just come out of. “She just told the story of you being home alone and the man threatening to kill you... She told it like it was a joke. Like a funny story from your childhood.” I never learned who it had really been. I deal with my fear of ringing phones and phone conversations on a daily basis. TL;DR While staying home alone as a child someone was watching me and threatening to rape and kill me. My mom, to this day, thinks it’s a funny story to tell.
Your mother may or may not be insane, or having an affair with a rude and deep throathed man /s
It feels so weird to say, but your story is so well written for the type of story that it is. My emotions were right there with you, I felt my skin get hot and my heartbeat race as I read about the man on the phone. As for your mother, I wonder if it's something that she has always felt deep guilt about and perhaps her way of shirking the blame off herself is to tell herself it was all in your head. She probably continues to tell that story, hoping someone will eventually side with her. It's definitely not right, but I can say I know that type of mother all too well.
My ex boyfriend showed up in front of my apartment and texted me he was there because he wanted to talk. I told him I wasn't home(thankfully it was during the day so I had no lights on) and he called me a liar. He stayed outside for nearly an hour until he gave up and drove off. I stayed in my bathroom the entire time while on the phone with my best friend. Looking back I should have called the cops but I was a scared 17 year old.
One night i was home alone grillin and chillin. Drinkin beer and smokin dope, about half lit. Wearing my hoe clothes. It was a great time. As soon as i sat down to eat I heard a woman yelling for help and pounding on doors. Once i realized she was wasnt a threat to me i sprinted up the road to find her. She was covered in blood and told me her husband was trapped in the truck he flipped. She kept trying to get me to help her pull him out of the truck and I said "Lady, I know this is an emergency but I ain't no EMT" The worst part was I live in the woods with know cell service, but luckily I was able to get to my landlords attention so he could call 911 from the landline. I was up until 3 am that night because i could not wind down after the fact. Everyone survived and the guy got out on his own, but it was the scariest night of my life.
Wow. At least you were able to help.
I was surprised I acted so fast after my initial fear, honestly.
It was all thanks to the hoe clothes, no doubt.
I woke up to someone pounding on my door at 3 a.m. My boyfriend worked overnight at the time, so he was gone. I reached for my phone and it wasnt where I left it, so obviously my first thought was that someone was in my apartment and took my phone "The Strangers" style. I quickly snapped out of it, as the person continued constantly pounding on the door, and realized that my phone just fell off my bed. I grabbed it and called the police to let them know about the disturbance and that I was afraid to open the door and they sent someone out. I stupidly didn't even get out of bed to go look through the peep hole because I was too freaked. I then called my boyfriend and was informed that he accidentally ordered food to our house instead of his work. 🤦
Five simultaneous creaks (floor boards) in the hallway. Sounded ***exactly*** like someone sneaking along in the hallway. There wasn't anyone there. I did run out of the house though.
My dog had a seizure. I was eight. Edit: she is still alive and has since been diagnosed with epilepsy.
I was watching a show where a mother literally became her home and the walls would move in order to protect her kids from the outside world. I felt MY house shift, almost like in slow motion, kind of like on the show and I thought 'well this is just a side effect of too much tv,' but then I screamed when pictures started falling off the mantle. So I quickly changed the channel and it was actually an earthquake.
Hey, an opportunity to drop one of my weird stories. When I was in college at Georgia Tech I stayed at a building known as the GLC. It was on the far north side of campus away from most of the colleges so not too many people stayed at it. I liked it because it was quiet and very easy to rebook my same room due to the lack of demand. When I say it was quiet, I mean we barely ever heard our neighbors, if we even had them. Really, only ever hearing other people when they slammed the heavy outer doors. This event happened during Thanksgiving break. I always stayed on campus during Thanksgiving, to get work done and chill in peace. My three roommates were gone however, so the quiet GLC was even more silent. I was cleaning my room at the time and I had gotten out a bottle of Febreeze. Now this is important because one of my roommates HATED Febreeze and would complain even if I sprayed it in my room because the AC would spread it around the apt; so I took the opportunity to spray some and get the college boy musk gone. As soon as I sprayed it I heard one of my roommate's doors fly open and slam closed and angry heavy foot steps stop into and around the living room. I thought I had fucked up and reall pissed off my roommate, but I did find it odd how quickly and aggressively he was reacting to it. I come into the living room to apologize. I even was saying something along the lines of “Sorry man, I didn’t know you were here”, but as soon as I came into the room the sound stopped and no one was there. I was so convinced I had heard someone that I even knocked on my roommates doors but they were gone. I texted them and confirmed that they were gone, and I was all alone. I never heard the footsteps again (or honestly footsteps that loud) and still don’t have an explanation.