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The only person who knows about this is my best friend. I've never told anyone else because what happened makes me so embarrassed. This happened last January when I was 16 and I'm a girl. I had the flu so I was off school because it was really bad in the least arrogant way possible. My parents aren't exactly poor so we have a big house. There's an en suite bathroom attached to my bedroom and this is relevant to the story. It was a Wednesday and my parents were at work. I'd been unwell since the Sunday so I was still feeling pretty terrible as I was so ill. My parents had neglected to tell me that our fire alarms were being looked at that day. Our house had five, which might seem excessive, but it was necessary to have due to our house size. And in my country it became the law that you need at least two or three. Anyway, the guy who tested our fire alarms was someone who had known me since I was a child. This might also be why it slipped my parents minds to inform me that he would be coming later. I'll call him Bob. It was about 11am and I was in bed feeling sorry for myself. This is when I started to feel embarrassed. I decided to have alone time since no one was home, if you know what I mean. I had hoped that it would take away my headache because blowing my nose constantly made that space between my eyebrows really ache. Now I wasn't making loads of noise, but I obviously wasn't deathly silent either. My bedroom door was open just a little, but I figured it didn't matter because I was alone. I wasn't paying any attention to my surroundings because, well, I was completely focused on myself. When I was done and came back to myself, the house was still quiet. But when I opened my eyes and sat up, I froze. Standing in my doorway was Bob. He was grinning at me in a sickening way and I felt paralyzed with terror. My mind was racing. How long had he been standing there? What did he see? How much did he see? Well, it became pretty clear when I noticed his hand was on his crotch. And he then finally spoke. He said, damn, I was only here to check the alarms and his voice was really low and weird sounding. I grabbed my duvet and ran into my en suite bathroom away from him before he could do anything else. It had a lock so I obviously locked myself in. I had to bring my duvet because I wasn't completely decent and I just wanted to hide my entire body from the world. In that moment I just sat on the bathroom floor and Cried in fear and shame. I felt totally violated. I know I did nothing wrong, but at the time I really felt like I had. The way that Bob was clearly aroused and must have watched me for God knows how long still makes me feel sick to this day. I didn't know what to do, but there was no way I could leave that bathroom. I was scared that Bob would try to hurt me. I felt really sick because he had literally known me since I was a toddler and I'm still underage even now. So he's really disgusting. There's a fire alarm near my bedroom door, but I wasn't sure if he'd looked at the ones downstairs yet. I wasn't sure how long it took to do these things. I didn't have my phone because I was still in my room. But I also kept thinking about how I could never tell my parents. I still haven't told them to this day, and I never will. It's way too embarrassing given the circumstances. I stayed in the bathroom for hours. I kept thinking, well, at least I'm next to a toilet. After I'd been there for a long while, I decided to brave going out. Bob had not tried to enter, but I wasn't stupid. I knew it was possible that he was still hovering around, trying to lure me into a false security. I very slowly unlocked the door and I held some razors in my hand just in case Bob was behind my door. I braced myself and I then opened it really fast, trying to slash Bob's face if he tried anything, but he wasn't there. The house was silent, but I didn't trust it. I somehow ran quietly to my bed and grabbed my phone from my pillow. I ran back to the bathroom without turning my back, still clutching the razors, and then locked myself in the bathroom yet again. The time on my phone was now just after 3pm I knew that my dad would be home at 4 and I knew school would be finishing soon too. Thank God my phone was charged high because it saved me from boredom. While I waited, I didn't move a muscle until my dad came home. He came straight to my room to see me and I heard him in my bedroom calling out to me. I unlocked the door and came out, careful to have my duvet wrapped around me. He looked confused and he asked me why I had brought my duvet in there with me. I told him that my flu had made me feel freezing, but I was just about to have a shower and that I wanted my duvet to snuggle into before I actually got under the warm water. He still seemed confused by this, but he didn't push further. I always slept with shorts and a top on and I was praying that he wouldn't think anything of my shorts being on the bedroom floor. He didn't seem to suspect anything or even notice. I'd had long enough in the bathroom to think of a story to tell my parents when they finally got home. So I told my dad that Bob had been in the house and. And he just said, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. He texted to tell me it was finished and they were all good. I knew they would be anyway. I didn't say anything else. Just told my dad that I was going to have a shower. And my dad then told me to try coming downstairs after I felt strong enough and to let him know if my temperature was still weird. I promised him I would. Then I actually went and showered. When my mom got home, I didn't tell her anything either. I told my best friend a few months after everything that happened and she told me what Bob did was insane. And she did her best to encourage me to tell someone. I told her that I couldn't and I just wanted to avoid Bob from now on. I made her swear to never tell anyone and she promised. Now January is approaching and Bob is coming back once again to check the fire alarms. But I'll make sure I know when he's coming and I'll make damn sure that I'm not in the house with him when he does. I'll be leaving for college once high school is over. Then hopefully I never have to see him ever again. I'll never be alone with him again. It's way too risky. I'm still very embarrassed about what happened and I'm not sure if it'll ever go away. I know things could have escalated for the absolute worst. And I thank God every day that Bob didn't get to hurt me that day. I'll never forget the sheer terror that I felt in that moment, though. I'm very paranoid about making sure doors are locked when I'm home alone now. And it's made me very cautious about certain things. Now I hate Bob. I never want to be near him ever again. This incident happened to me when I was 14 years old and staying home from school. It was October of 2014 and I was sick with the norovirus, a vomiting bug. At the time, my mom was a single parent. She was at work and I was lying in my bed with a bucket right next to me. I had a TV in my room so I was watching shitty British daytime tv. If anyone knows about Jeremy Kyle or Loose Women, you guys will know what I mean. My mom had worked 9:5 and by the time lunch rolled around I was starving. I couldn't eat anything but day two of consistent puking was making me ravenous. However, on this day I was actually doing better than the day previously. At about 2pm, after managing to not puke for just over two hours, I decided to risk having a small snack. I got out of bed slowly and made my way downstairs. I decided to have an oat cake and see if it would stay in my stomach. I ate in the kitchen but I decided to take some more oat cakes upstairs just in case I could eat some more. As I ascended the stairs though, I had heard a phone noise. It was the distinct sound of an iPhone and as that was my phone brand I assumed it was mine. Yet when I checked my phone I had no notifications. I figured I had misheard it and just went back to watching tv. I had put it on mute and decided to nab to avoid puking again when I heard the sound of a phone yet again. It wasn't my phone though. I was royally spooked out now and decided to creep over to my bedroom window. I peered out but no one was in the street. You typically wouldn't hear noises from the street, but I checked if someone was out there all the same. I crept into the hallway and just pretty much stared at everything. Nothing was out of place. Surely no one could have broken in since I would have heard it but the phone noises sounded so close by. I went into the bathroom yet again but I didn't shut the door. I don't know why but I looked up to the ceiling where our attic was. It was obviously closed but I guess there are some gaps because I could see a light flashing. It was moving around slowly and it looked like the bright light of a flashlight or something. I was really confused and I started to feel sick again. I went back into my bedroom and got back into bed. My friends were still in school, my mom was at work so I had texted my grandad and I told him what I had heard. He immediately called me and he was asking me for details. He told me to go out and take a photo of the attic but I had this feeling of dread swoop over me. I told him to wait a second. Then I went downstairs and into the kitchen again. I put on my trainers and went outside in my PJs. I told him I was really freaking out and he told me there should be no light in the attic. He asked me if I could come over to his house and I said I wasn't sure because I was still feeling so sick. He told me that it was very important that I stay calm and get outside. I told him I was at the back door and he told me to get out to the garden. I heard him call out to my grin and then tell her that he was going to come over to my house. My grandparents only lived like a street away. We stayed on the phone until he got to mine and he told me to stay in the kitchen while he went upstairs. I did as he said, but he came back downstairs very quickly. He came right over me and he told me not to panic but that we had to leave the house. He then took off his coat and he told me to put it on before then ushering me right out the door. I felt sick again as I realized my grandad was now calling the police and I ended up puking in the street. I felt so embarrassed by this, but my grandad rubbed my back and he told me it was okay. Long story short, when my granddad went upstairs, he saw the light and he told me it was clearly from a phone. He then got a bad feeling and decided to call the police. He didn't care if it was all a misunderstanding. He felt something was off. The police ended up finding someone in the damn attic. I could have puked and shit my pants seeing them lead out a scruffy looking young guy, no older than about 25, then bundled him into a police car. I was so shocked by this and I couldn't even react. It turned out that his phone was pinging up there because he'd been texting one of his friends, inviting this friend to sneak in and into the attic with him. He'd actually been up there for four days and we'd been none the wiser. He figured I couldn't hear anything, although he could hear me. He had his flashlight on the phone on and he would use it to adjust his eyes whenever the blackness got too much. I don't know how his phone wasn't dead. I was very shaken up by this, as you can all imagine, and everything is such a blur. We didn't usually lock our doors as the neighborhood was very safe. So my mom would just leave the door unlocked. I guess this dude knew and walked on in. He would sneak down and do things when no one was home, like use the bathroom or eat our food. We never noticed Food going missing, though, that's just so creepy. I'm so lucky that he never tried to hurt me or anything. After that, we of course started locking our doors. My grandad was really disappointed in my mom for having left the doors unlocked in the first place. I'm just so glad my granddad was there for me that day. Now, as an adult, I never leave any door unlocked, no matter what. I live in Britain and this happened a month ago. It was a Friday night and I had ordered some food from a local Indian place. I was with my friend and we were having a movie night and she was staying over. We were sitting in the living room, lights on, so the delivery driver would know we were home. We had the TV on when we had heard the door. The thing is, it didn't sound like the front door. It sounded like the back door. I then went to the front door and opened it and sure enough, no one was there. My friend told me to check the back, and when I did, there he was, the delivery driver standing there. I found this so strange. To get in my back garden, you have to walk up a street and to the back gate and let yourself in, then walk right onto the patio. I just found it weird as hell that he did this. Now, the front door is what you see when you drive into the street. The back garden clearly looks like a back garden. Our house number is in full view in the front. The driver was a female and seemed really energetic when she took my money and gave me the order. I told my friend and she agreed that it was very strange. We sat to dig into our food and then quickly forgot about it. Well, like two hours later. I went to shut the living room curtains when I saw a dark car sitting outside my house. I peered right at it because I didn't recognize it, and boom. That delivery driver was just sitting in it, just staring straight ahead. I called my friend over and we both just stood there staring. I was so creeped out, but I couldn't phone the police because technically the driver hadn't done anything. What would I say? I mean, all she did was use my back door and now she was sitting in her car. My friend suggested that we lock up and ignore it, but I thought to myself, nah, I need to do something. I put on my slippers and went outside, trying my best to look tough. I approached her car and then tapped on the window and her face went white as a sheet when she saw me. She then suddenly threw the car in reverse and then sped off. My friend watched all this go down from the living room window and she ran into the hallway. When I went back into the house, we were so creeped out and decided to phone the takeaway and complain about her. The lady who answered the phone though, didn't seem very interested. She said that she was so sorry to hear we hadn't had a good experience and that she would inform her manager. It felt like she had brushed us off, but at the same time the driver hadn't really done anything. It isn't a crime to be weird. I'm always a little weary though that the driver will come back one day. I don't know what she was up to or why she had parked her car outside of my house for a while after giving me my order, but something felt totally off about the situation. My friend and I both slept in the living room on the different couches with a bunch of blankets on us. We were both really spooked out by the encounter. I haven't ordered from that takeaway since, but to be fair, I rarely order out anyway. It's a twice a year type of thing. Me and my friend spoke to some other people and it was suggested to us that maybe the girl was on drugs or something. I guess that is possible, but how was she able to drive if that was the case? And why would she drive around the back of our house and then walk through our back garden to knock on the door? I know this story might not be that scary to a lot of you, but it really irritates me because it's a very odd situation and I'll never really know what the hell she was trying to. I live in New Delhi, India and this happened around five, six years ago when I was home alone to understand my house layout. We have a four bedroom hall kitchen house and we also have our own terrace which will be important later in the story. It was around 2 in the morning and I was scrolling through the Internet when I suddenly heard a sound of glass breaking. I peeked out of my bedroom window and there was nothing there so I again started using my phone. Five minutes later I again heard a sound of glass breaking directly above me, so I thought of going to the terrace and investigate what's going on. When I was about out of reach of my terrace I heard people talking and laughing. I opened my terrace door slightly and I noticed there were three men on my terrace drinking beers. I then shout out who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house? I know it was childish of me to react like that instead of hiding, but I Just didn't understand why these guys were at my house. Now they know that someone is in the house and they all looked at me for a few seconds. Then one of them took out a huge knife and started running towards me. I ran downstairs and locked myself in my room and they then started banging on my door very hard. I actually thought that they were going to break it at one point. Then one of them said in a very creepy tone, come out now and we'll make this less painful for you. I was terrified and I called the cops right away. It took them like 15 minutes to arrive. Fortunately the men were still at my bedroom door. The cops had heard all of the commotion and then forcefully broke in and then successfully caught the crazy men. Those men never explained how they got onto my terrace. And that's the most scary part. I still have no idea how and why those men did this. I know that they went to jail, but that's all I really know. I don't know anything else about what happened to them, but I really hope they rot in there for a long time and that they truly get what they deserve. I was a 20 year old female at the time and I was just about to move out of my parents house. Two weeks later I was going to be moving in my apartment in the city. It was a Wednesday morning around 10am I was on a summer vacation and I was off from work that day, so I was still in bed. My parents had left for work earlier that day. Back then my room was in the basement and my window was right next to the stairs leading to the front door. I was woken up by the sound of someone walking up the stairs and I thought it was odd, so I got up, I took my phone and went upstairs to try and get a better look at who this could be. Once upstairs, I saw from the kitchen window a man leaving our front yard and going back to the sidewalk. I was very relieved and thought it was probably just someone selling stuff. But then the man turned around, went back into our front yard and started walking toward the right side of our house where there was a door leading to the kitchen right where I was standing. The man then knocked and he had asked if there was someone home. Looking back, I should have said yes through the window, but I was so scared and confused that I didn't say anything back. He then walked back to the front yard and back on the sidewalk and started walking away again. I was relieved and I then told myself that maybe it was just a friend of my dad's that I didn't know and that maybe he was looking for him. This didn't seem right, but I was trying to find any reason for this man to be there other than wanting to break in. Just when I thought the man had left, I saw him come back yet again and walk to the left side of my house towards the backyard. Now I was very scared at this point and I knew he wanted to get in. I go to the front door, unlock it and I waited for a couple of seconds. I then start to hear something cutting off the screen of my parents bedroom window and at that point I'm literally shaking. I opened the front door quietly and ran out of the house calling 911. Within about five minutes the police arrived, but unfortunately the guy had ran away and they never did end up catching him. Needless to say, I was terrified my first three months alone in my first apartment. This happened only a month ago and it doesn't really scare me anymore. It just constantly makes me think, what if I'm in college and I'm still living with my parents and older sister? It was spring break and my parents went on a road trip while my sister and I stayed home alone. Two nights after my parents left town, I was at the house alone because my sister was out with her boyfriend. It was around five or six o' clock and I decided to go work out because I was really bored and I could use it. I live less than half a mile from my hotel so I use their gym because it's so close. I was going to jog there like I usually did, but I changed my mind right before I left because I didn't want to walk back home from the gym. I knew that I would be all tired if I did that, so I got my keys and decided to drive to the gym. I walked out of the front door and I paused for a second because I got a random feeling to lock the front and back door. My mom is really paranoid about locking the doors and windows because she's scared that a crazy person will break in or hurt us, or worse, kill us. She always tells me to lock the door, but I rarely do, especially if I'm leaving the house for only a short period of time. But for some reason I got a feeling to lock the doors. So I went back inside, locked the back door and made sure to lock the front door as well. When I left, I drove to the gym and I was then there for about an hour and a half. Not long after I got there, I randomly got a really bad gut feeling that made My stomach twist and anxiety high. I also have paranoia about things like my mother, but it's different. For some weird reason, I had blamed the bad gut feeling on my house catching on fire with no one able to save my dog because I had locked both doors. But it doesn't consume my thoughts or make me want to go home or anything. I finally leave and I get back home in minutes. My house wasn't on fire, which I knew deep down that it wasn't. Anyways, so I get out of the car and walk to my front door, pulling out my keys to unlock it. But before I had even reached to unlock the door, I then paused because I saw a brown napkin looking thing wrapped tightly around the door handle. My mind instantly went to the recent fentanyl poisonings and how there were cases of things like napkins and bills being smeared with fentanyl causing people to overdose when they touched them. I didn't touch it. I called my parents because I started to get scared and I didn't really know what to do. My mother was understandably freaked out and she told me not to touch it. I talked with my dad and men being men, no hate logic is appreciated here. He tried to be logical and then tell me that someone must have put an ad on the door handle and that another person must have ripped it off our door. I then facetimed them and I showed them what it looked like. It clearly wasn't an ad. It looked like thick paper bag material. I also made sure to tell them that I was staring right at the door handle before I left for the gym and there was absolutely nothing on the door handle before, meaning someone came up and wrapped it around the door handle while I was at the gym. I was pretty freaked out, but it was early dusk outside so there was still a good amount of light around me. Thankfully my mom calmed me down, but my dad was still thinking we were overreacting. I unlocked the door, got my gloves from my dad's truck, and I took the brown napkin thing off the door handle, throwing it on the ground very fast. I kept the gloves on, opened the door, went inside, put the gloves in the washing machine, then wiped my front door handle with Clorox wipes. I then shut the door and locked it, not knowing what to do with the paper bag that was just lying on the porch. I say paper bag now because as I looked at the bag on the ground through the window, I could clearly see that it was a small paper brown bag and it was 100% not an ad. Someone puts on people's doors. It looked like the type of paper bag that holds sauces or silverware from a restaurant. And it was curled into a C shape from being wrapped around the handle so tightly. I kept watching outside my house through my windows, but I never saw anyone or even a feeling of being watched. I calmed down completely and I had waited for my sister and her boyfriend to come home. I called my own boyfriend and I told him all about it. He promised to leave me with second amendment protection for the rest of the time my parents were gone because he was really creeped out that someone would come up and put a brown bag on our door, whether it had fentanyl or not. My sister came home and I told her and her boyfriend everything. They were freaked out too, also assuming that there was probably fentanyl on the bag. Them being there gave me courage. So I went back outside with gloves on and I picked up the suspicious brown paper bag. I went back inside to show them. They both gathered around me and then watched as I started to uncrumple the bag from its C shape. On the inside of the C shape, the part that was touching the door handle, there was a gooey clear liquid that had the consistency of runny snot smeared all across the inside of it. We all went silent as our fentanyl fears were even greater. I quickly closed the bag and then put it in the trash, taking off the gloves and putting those in the washing machine as well. That was the end of it, though. Nothing new or weird since then. I really wish we had cameras or a ring so we'd have more information on who, how and why. I would really like to know what you guys think it was. To anyone who hears this. Do you think I'm overreacting? Do you think it really was fentanyl wrapped up in that tiny little napkin? Or do you think it was a sex trafficking tactic? I live near Houston. Not too close, but a good distance. I know the sex trafficking is hot there. Or maybe it was someone who was just really high and just randomly chose our house to mess with and actually put snot on our door handle. But that's really not likely because we have police officers that stroll through the neighborhood and people don't just walk around high like that. It's a small neighborhood too, only eight streets. And even without the police officers, this is a decent neighborhood with maybe a few, but most likely no drug users. It's really just a bunch of old people. So I don't know. What do you guys think? Please let me know in the comments because I still really wonder about it a lot. What happened in this story took place around four years ago to set the scene. Me and my family live in what you would say is a nice neighborhood. It's outside of the city limits and and the houses are not right on top of each other, but you could walk to the neighbors within three minutes or so. Therefore, it's not really the type of neighborhood that many scary or weird things happen in. Although the only time I've ever really been freaked out over something that happened while living in this neighborhood happened in early summer while both of my parents were at work, while I and my brother were at home alone. I was around 16 at the time, so so we were easily able to take care of ourselves. It was really starting to get warm outside and in our house as we live in the south, so I then opened our sunroom door. I left the screen door shut, but I had opened the main door to let in some air from outside. After doing so, I laid down on the sofa and ended up dozing off. I was awoken by the sound of the screen door handle turning and what sounded like knocking. It jolted me out of my sleep and to my surprise, there were two men standing in the doorway, one knocking on the wooden part of the screen door and the other was turning the handle as if it was just going to come right in our house. I leaped off the couch and quickly went to the door asking them what they needed. The older of the two men stated that their car was right down the street and that their battery had died and they needed to be jumped off. Now, at 16, I wasn't really thinking that they had any malicious intentions, so I told them to wait a second and I would call my dad and ask if he had any jumper cables in the garage. I closed the main door that had previously been open and went and got my phone off the sofa. The two men stayed in the same position and watched me through the door as I called my dad. From the start of our conversation, my dad was already really weirded out once I told him what happened and then he told me he had the jumper cables with him in his truck at work and that I just needed to tell the guys to try somewhere else. After getting off the phone with my dad, I went back to the door and told the man I didn't have any. I then apologized for being unable to help and I shut the door back. I then just watched them as they walked past, just past the bushes that lined up our driveway. They got into an old silver sedan and then drove out of our neighborhood very swiftly. I immediately started freaking out as they had literally just told me that their battery died and they needed to be jumped off. I called my dad back and I then explained to him that the men had just gotten into a car that was supposedly dead and how they sped off. He told me to just lock the doors and to call 911 if anyone else came back to the house. Thankfully, no one returned and nothing like that ever happened again. I can't even begin to imagine what would have been in store for me if there had been any jumper cables in my house. My name is Hailey and I was 14 years old when this happened. It was February 14, 2022, Valentine's Day. My parents were going out on a date like they did every month. Once my parents left and I was all alone, I had made some popcorn and got all the snacks that I could think of. After a while of eating all the snacks I could eat, I went to my room, lied down and watched some horror movies. After a few hours my parents still weren't home and suddenly I heard someone knocking at the front door. A curious 14 year old me went to the door very slowly wondering who it could be. I looked out the front door but there was no one there. So I went back to my room just thinking it was my imagination. After a few more minutes of watching the movie, I fell asleep. And then out of nowhere I heard the front door open. Realizing I forgot to lock the door from earlier, I thought nothing of it, thinking it was just my parents. A few seconds later I realized my parents didn't even come home and they hadn't checked on me like they usually do once they got home. So I called out their names but no answer. I then decided to call them on the phone when I didn't hear their phones ringing. I then quickly hung up. Suddenly I heard someone frantically running up the stairs. So I got up and then ran to the door and locked it. Then I had slowly heard a commotion from below me. There was someone else downstairs rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. There was more than one person, I thought to myself. I hid under my bed as I then heard someone opening all the doors upstairs, checking for anyone in the house and anything they could find. Knowing they'll be at my door soon. I hid under my bed. I hadn't heard anything from the person upstairs. Then my heart then dropped knowing he or she was at my door waiting for me to come out. Knowing that I was home alone. I stayed under my bed until I finally heard them walk away. I made a run for it. I was running down the stairs and I heard quick footsteps behind me chasing after me. As I almost made it to the front door, I felt a strong hand grab my arm. I then looked at whoever was grabbing my arm and they had a mask on. It was one of those animal type masks like you would see in the Purge movies. He covered my mouth to prevent me from screaming, and then the other one threatened me. If you tell anyone about this, we'll come back for you. As they said that, I then heard the sounds of sirens quickly approaching us. We had a silent alarm at our door and I'm guessing that's how the cops got alerted to this situation. Both of the men then made a run for it. Letting go of me, I turned and saw the police barging in my house, asking me where they went. I then pointed in the direction that I saw them going as one of the other officers then came over and checked on me, asking me what happened. I told them everything and sooner or later one of the officers would come back with only one of the guys in handcuffs. As the cop was heading to his car, the guy in the handcuffs was staring a deathly stare at me, then saying, you better not fall asleep tonight. I was pretty shaken up, but I thought nothing of it. They eventually called my parents and they later came home worried sick about me. The cops searched and searched, but they could never find the other guy. Our family eventually went to sleep believing it was finally safe and sound. Nothing else ended up happening, thank God, but it's still really terrifying whenever I think about it. I'm a woman in my 30s who lives alone in a small house at the end of a quiet cul de sac in the uk. The street is a maze of roads away from the main road, which means that other than delivery guys and the occasional salesperson, you very rarely see anyone that you don't recognize. I don't exactly know all of my neighbors, but but I do know what they look like and I know where they live, I can recognize their cars, etc. This weirdness happened over the space of a few months several years back. I work from home, so I'm usually inside and sometimes I don't have a lot to do. The first day was one of those lazy days. It was about 4pm and I'm sitting on the sofa watching some daft shit about alien coverups. Someone knocked on the door. I have a surveillance camera hidden in the wooden canopy above the front door, so I checked to See who it was because I wasn't expecting any deliveries and I couldn't be bothered to deal with a salesperson. It was a woman who looked late 40s to early 50s and she was very smartly dressed, like really expensive clothes and jewelry, stuff that I could never afford. Most people around here generally couldn't afford it either. We're not in a fluent area and this lady stuck out like a sore thumb. She looked flustered and agitated. Glancing towards the back garden before trying to look through the tiny frosted glass window on the front door, I noticed that she was carrying a dog's lead, but I didn't see a dog. As it happens, at the far side of my back garden there are two hedges. There's the hedge that I own within my own property boundaries and there's a second hedge outside my boundary that's council owned, along with a small grassland where people walk dogs. I know for a fact there's a hole in the council owned hedge which I've reported it to the council at least a dozen times over the past decade and they've done the square foot of Assad all about it. Because of my hedge, I can't reach it to do anything about it myself. Consequently, when I saw the dogs lead I thought, shit, I bet her dog has gone through the hole. If it's a big dog, it's not getting into my garden, but if it's a small dog it might be able to work its way through and I've always got some cooked meat, so I figured I might be able to lure it out. I'm a dog lover, so of course I want to help this woman out if I can. When I was a kid, my own dog went missing for a few weeks and I thought I was never going to get him back. I was heartbroken for those weeks, but fortunately we did get him back and ever since I've been extremely sensitive to pets in need. I open the door and this woman gives me the weirdest look. It was like she was expecting someone completely different to answer the door and that I shouldn't have been there. To be fair to her. My mom used to live here too, so I didn't think much of that weird look to begin with. Maybe she was expecting my mom, I don't know. I say hello to her and she just stares at me for the longest 30 seconds before she then tries to wing past me and asks to see Margaret. I don't know what it is about other people's mistakes, but whenever someone has the wrong number, I always end up apologizing as if it's my fault. So that's what I did. I apologized and I told her there was no Margaret at this address. Again she gives me that look, only this time there's anger behind it. Yes, there is, she insists. It occurs to me at this point that I have a relative called Margaret, but she lives about 60 miles away and I haven't seen her in years. Nonetheless, just in case she's got her address muddled, I ask, aren't you looking for this Margaret? But she just hisses at me, you know exactly who I'm looking for. What have you done with her? I'm absolutely lost at this point. I've lived here 20 years and I know the name of the previous owner, so I know she's not asking for them. I also know the names of the neighbors and the names of the people who've lived on the street in the time that I've been here and since moved. None of them are called Margaret, so all I can do is tell her that she's got the wrong address. No, this is my address. You're lying. That was a tad alarming. She's at the right address. She's not knocking on the wrong door. However, she clearly thinks I've done something to somebody who, to best of my knowledge, has never even lived here. I don't know how long the previous owner had this house, but we must be talking about at least 30 years since anyone called Margaret might have lived here. It's at this point that I notice that she subtly wrapped the dogled around her now clenched fist, like she's planning to use it as a weapon or something. In my youth I did plenty of self defense training, so I'm not exactly scared of her as such, but I'm obviously getting a bit concerned about the situation that's now brewing. I don't particularly wish to get involved in a brawl on my doorstep with a complete stranger. I'm torn between shutting the door in her face or trying to deescalate the situation. In the end, I close the door a little so she's got less to aim at, and I then tell her, look, I don't know who you're looking for, but if you think something's happened to your friend, maybe we just need to call the police and let them sort it out. Sure enough, the woman slams her fist with the lead wrapped around it right into my door. I later discovered that she'd struck the door hard enough to actually crack the frosting glass window in the middle of it she's now bleeding from doing must have hurt. But she doesn't flinch or show any sign of pain. What the hell. Any confidence I had in my self defense classes started to waver here because I'm not used to people who don't feel pain. All I can think now is that she's really on something and having a really bad trip. So at this point I put on my scariest voice and I tell her to get the fuck back. I let her know I'm calling the police and if she's still here when they get there, she can deal with them because I'm not dealing with her anymore. She actually tries to stop me from closing the door, but I shove her back and I manage to get it closed and locked. I make a point to stand next to the door while I'm calling 999 so that she can hear me. For anyone wondering, 999 is the equivalent to 911 in the UK. While I'm waiting for the police to turn up, I actually watch her on the surveillance feed. She moves out of shot multiple times, presumably to check the back of the house, and I hear her calling out for Margaret. A few minutes before the police finally turn up. I see her kick over my wheelie bins in a rage. But then the most chilling thing happens. She walks back to the front door and literally stares directly into my camera. The camera's pretty well hidden. I'm not saying that no one could spot it, but most people would only know that it's there if they'd been looking for it. Most people aren't looking for cameras, right? She knew it was there. She must have eyeballed it previously. When? I don't know. I later reviewed all the footage I had from that day and she never made eye contact with it once. She never even looked in that direction. I only had about a week's worth of footage before the oldest footage is overwritten and I checked everything I had and she was only on camera that day. All I can think is she's been here more than a week prior. While she's staring right into it, she slips me the finger and then makes a throat cutting gesture before then walking off. I head to the window to watch her leave and she's walking like she doesn't even have a care in the world. She doesn't look back. She just wanders away. The police finally show up to take a statement and I give them a copy of the surveillance footage. And that's it. I called a couple times to follow up, but nothing. Nobody ever called me about it. I won't lie. This messed me up for a few weeks. I moved the knife block closer to the door though, out of sight of any of the windows. I started staying up really late and not getting much sleep, which didn't really help at all. On some nights I was so tired that I actually started experiencing auditory hallucinations. I'd hear people who weren't there talking, and because this woman was the cause of all my stress, I heard her voice and the name Margaret most of all. Every single time I heard the gate open, it put me on edge. I'd review the surveillance footage every day. Eventually, as the weeks passed and I hadn't heard anything else, I had started to regain some of my comfort. And I just put it down to a weird experience. It didn't last. About four, maybe five weeks after the first encounter, she came back. It was just after midnight. I was in the living room mucking about on my phone with the TV on low volume for some background noise. I heard a car door slam and peeked out the front window. A dark colored car was parked at the end of my driveway. I couldn't see what make or model it was, but it looked like some sort of a state car. I think Americans call them station wagons, right? I didn't see anyone moving about, but a minute or two later, the front gate swung open with its metallic groaning and then there was a knock at the door. Even when I'm not involved in a blood feud over imaginary Margarets, I'm not going to answer the door at that time. I checked the surveillance camera. Its night vision mode is pretty shitty, but I'm positive it's the same woman again. I can see what I think is the dog lead. And of course she knows I'm watching her because she looks right at the camera yet again. And I tell you when someone's already giving you the heebie jeebies, the way the night vision makes people's eyes look like soulless black voids doesn't do much to make you feel better. Suddenly she then yells out, shut that fucking racket off and come out here now. Now. I had the TV on, but as I mentioned, it was on a very low volume. There's no way she could hear it from outside the front door. Hell, I couldn't even hear it if I walked into the hallway. I'm convinced at this point that she's mentally unwell, so I call the police again. I want them to stay on the line, but they just tell me that someone will be over soon and to call them back immediately if things escalate. So I'm waiting and watching and just hoping she doesn't try to smash a window or something. She kicks over my wheelie bins yet again. I really don't know what she's got against them. Then she yells something else out, which I couldn't quite make out, but whatever it was, it was enough for one of the neighbors themselves to come out and investigate. I watched the neighbor talk with her for a minute. She's remonstrating about something, wagging her finger towards my front door, but my neighbor is eventually able to get her to leave. He even sticks around for a bit just to make sure she's actually gone. Sadly, however, that also meant that she'd be gone before the police turned up yet again, and it really made me feel like I was a bother to them. Another statement and handing over more security footage. My More nothing. I had caught up with that neighbor the next day and he apologized because it didn't occur to him to make a note of the registration plate. But he told me that she said pretty much the same things that she said to me previously. That she wanted to know where Margaret was and what I'd done with her. Even if she is mentally unwell, the fact that she's sticking to this Margaret story and has the right address really makes me think that there's something more to this than somebody having a breakdown. Then it clicks. Is Margaret her dog? Does she think that I've stolen her dog? Did she have a dog go through the hole in the back? Does she think I've hurt her dog? Is that what this is all about? It'd be another few weeks before she came back, this time at 3am I'm then awoken by knocking on the door. A few minutes later, I hear tapping on the bedroom window. I know that it's her. I can hear her saying things, but I can't really make them out because they're too muffled through the windows. It's like she didn't want to get the neighbor out again, so she's trying to keep it quiet. I jump out of bed and put on some clothes as quickly as I can. I try and follow her as best I can as she then moves around the outside of the house from room to room, knocking, tapping and muttering. I think that I heard a few coherent words like noise and racket, and I'm pretty sure she called me a bitch at some point, but maybe I was imagining that I can't check the surveillance footage this time because she spray painted the damn lens. Not that it really matter much this time. She's now lingering by the front door. I think about calling the police again, but it's proven a waste of time so far. And I get the feeling if I call them a third time and she's gone, then they're just gonna start accusing me of wasting their time. Even if I do have the evidence. They've not exactly been helpful so far. In the end, I wait by the door and I listen for her. Eventually she knocks again and I call out, is Margaret your dog? Dead silence. Nothing. I can't see anything through the frosted glass because it's way too dark. I have no idea where she is now and I don't want to turn the outside lights on. I don't even know why she knows I'm in the house because I've called out to her, but I still don't want to draw any more attention to myself. I end up standing there for who knows how long. At least an hour, probably more, because the sun starts coming up. My heart is going a mile a minute, pretty much the whole time. Once it's bright enough, I start checking through the windows to see if I can see her. Nope, nothing. I tentatively open the front door and I look outside. I still can't see her. I grab something to arm myself with just in case. I can't remember what now, but I check all around my house and the back garden. She's not there. As I'm heading back to the front door, I spot the oddest thing. The gate's closed. The gate is physically attached to the side of my house and when it opens and closes, it makes a fair bit of noise. You'd definitely hear it if someone opened or closed it when you were standing next to the front door. But it's closed. So what the hell does that mean? Did she jump it somehow? I mean, it's possible, but I guess I wouldn't want to try it Anyway. I open the gate and I head out to the end of the driveway. I look around and there's no sign of anyone. I turn back to the house and I see she's spray painted wire on the front of my house and that she's also left the dog lead on the ground beneath it. That was thankfully the last time I ever heard from or saw this woman, but I think she still comes by sometimes, ever since all this happened. I get these creeped out feelings occasionally at night and I always check out the window I don't know whether or not if I'm imagining it or what, but now and again I swear I see a dark colored estate car out on the street. Not parked at the end of my driveway these days. But I just can't shake the feeling she's in there watching my house. Perhaps she really was looking for her dog and maybe she keeps thinking that she'll see me with it. I just really have no idea. Last year around this time I was living in a one bedroom apartment on the third floor with my then fiance Kyle. Please don't judge, but the rent is outrageous where we live, but I suppose it's pretty high in a lot of places. Plus we told everyone that we were trying to save money for the wedding. I have to be honest and say that throughout the six years that we were together, there were a lot of signs that we weren't quite right for each other. Also, my own brother has never really cared for him. I believe that this situation is what hastened the inevitable end of our relationship. Anyway, it was a Wednesday evening. I work a hybrid schedule so I usually go into the office on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Kyle was a nurse and worked three, four nights a week from 7pm to 7am he was scheduled to work that same night. I got home sometime around 5 and 5:30pm As I usually did and Kyle had just woken up. We talked about dinner and of course Kyle didn't know what he wanted to eat. There's always at least one person in the relationship that just never knows what they want to eat, right? Anyways, I get in the shower and Kyle comes into the bathroom and he says we should get Chinese. I tell him what I want and he said he would call up there and go pick it up. The main wall of the shower is along the same side as the front door, so I could clearly hear the front door slam when he left. Five or ten minutes later as I was about to finish up my shower, I heard someone knocking on the front door. Normally I would ignore it as I wasn't expecting anyone, but then it occurred to me that maybe it was Kyle. Perhaps he somehow lost his key. I mean, it wouldn't have been the first time. My phone was plugged into the charger in the bedroom, so if he lost his key, I wouldn't have heard the phone going off had he been trying to reach me. I turned off the shower and got out. I opened the bathroom door and came down the hallway past the bedroom and then rounded the corner to go to the front door. As I Rounded the corner. The front door opens and a random man begins to enter the apartment. I had never seen this guy before in my life. He was a white guy, medium height and build, wearing black pants and sneakers, and he had a dark gray hoodie pulled up over his head. I remember that his eyes just looked wild. I haven't forgotten how he looked as I've had dreams about his face for a few months after this. As soon as he saw me, he stopped dead in his tracks at the threshold of our apartment and was just staring at me. I too was stopped in my tracks as I had nothing on but the towel wrapped around me and I was so terrified that I could hardly move or speak. We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few seconds in reality. When we then both heard somebody walking up the front stairs. The man let go of the door and then ran in the other direction. I'm assuming to go back down the stairs. I was suddenly able to move and I ran to lock the door. It was at this moment that there was a knocking on the door again and I then audibly screamed. I stood there frozen, terrified that he'd come back for some reason, when I heard a woman say through the door, jen, it's your neighbor Anna from across the hall. Are you okay? I opened the door and Anna was now standing there with her husband, both with concerned looks on their faces. They live across the hall and they had been coming home from wherever when they saw the strange man running out of my apartment. It was at this point that I started crying, so they came inside. Anna helped me to the bedroom so I could put on some clothes and call the police. When I called the police, the dispatcher said they would send over an officer to come take a report. Sometime before police got there, Khaled finally came back with the food. I heard him talking to Anna's husband. Then he came into the room. He was a little rude to Anna, telling her that she and her husband could go as he could handle it from there. He then turned to me and he wanted to know what happened and why I hadn't called him and why the hell neighbors were in our apartment. I was so shaken up. Then I just started crying again. Kyle started telling me to calm down, which had the opposite effect. At some point the police showed up and as I'm telling them the story, Kyle is also hearing it for the first time as well. They said they would have me talk to a sketch artist, which I did. The following day, however, Kyle still went into work that night. I begged him to stay as I was still very scared. But he told me that he couldn't get out of work and that I should call my parents or sister to come stay with me after he left. I had called my mom and told her what happened and my dad came to pick me up. I ended up staying at my parents house for a few days. It just didn't even seem like Kyle even cared. He just kept saying how nothing really happened. Yeah, nothing happened because Anna and her husband just happened to be coming home at the time and this guy heard them coming up the stairs. But what if they hadn't been coming up the stairs? What if this guy had just decided to stay? Kyle and I broke up about a month later. It eventually came out that when Kyle left to get Chinese food that he hadn't locked the front door. He said that he was under the impression that it was a safe neighborhood and he never apologized. How could he just leave me alone in an unlocked apartment, Especially while I was taking a shower? The police had said then it was most likely a crime of opportunity that the guy probably saw Kyle leave and knock to see if anyone would come to the door and that when no one did, he thought nobody was home and decided to try the door. And when he realized that it was unlocked, he just walked in. My brother is convinced that somehow Kyle knew the guy and had actually arranged something with him. I really don't want to think about it like that. So I never entertained the thought or the conversation. The day I moved out, I did go see Anna and her husband and I thanked them profusely for looking out for me. As far as I know, this guy has not been caught and there's never been any leads or anything like that. I stopped following up a long, long time ago and I finally feel like I've moved on. Kyle still lives in that apartment, but with a new girlfriend. I really wish them the best and I just hope they actually keep the door locked this time. A few years ago, my grandpa would let me, my twin sister and my younger brother stay the weekends at his house every week. At the time, my sister and I were 16 and my brother was 14 when this incident occurred. One particular weekend really stood out from the rest. My sister, my brother and I were hanging out at my grandpa's house. He said that he had to leave for work and it was around 1pm when he left. So he left us all alone with our uncle to watch us. Then eventually my uncle left to go to work as well. At around 5pm so now we were officially home alone. My sister and I were in my grandpa's room upstairs watching some TV on his bed while my brother was downstairs. A few hours passed and I had to use the restroom, so I walked downstairs to use the restroom. On the way down, I had thought I heard a grown man talking, so I assumed it was the TV because I didn't pause the show. I kept going down the stairs and I had gotten to the guest bathroom. I did my business and then exited the bathroom. Then I had started to hear a grown man's voice, but it sounded much clearer downstairs than it did upstairs. So I approached the living room to see where the voice was coming from. Keep in mind it was completely dark, so everything was pitch black. I turned my attention to the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard because the motion sensor lights were activated. Right when I looked at the sliding glass door, there was a man at the glass door looking right into the living room. He was wearing a red and black plaid jacket with black pants and that's all I could see from how dim the lights were outside. I don't think he saw me when I had noticed him in my grandpa's backyard. I started panicking though because I didn't know what to do in this situation. My phone was in my hand and I had turned it on to try and get a hold of my grandpa on the phone. I was gonna tell him what's going on, but right when I turned on my phone, I didn't realize how bright the screen was. And the man then immediately noticed me. Then he started banging on the sliding glass door and now yelling for me to let him in. So then I started shaking my brother to wake him up because he was sleeping on the couch at the time. And I then told him that we need to get upstairs now. So I grabbed him by the arm and then dragged him upstairs. We then went into our grandpa's room, locking the door behind us. I told my sister what happened downstairs and I told my brother and sister that we need to be quiet. That's when I then called my grandpa while in tears then telling him that someone is trying to get into the house. He said that he's getting off work and he's going to try and come home immediately and that he was also going to call the police. I would have called the police myself, but he just recently moved there and I didn't know the address. Unfortunately, the man was still screaming from downstairs and saying how he knows someone is in there and that we need to let him in. He did this for about 20 minutes, then out of nowhere, complete silence. My grandpa arrived shortly after and the guy was already gone by that point. My grandpa checked the backyard and confirmed that someone had been back there because some of his belongings were broken and stolen. The police showed up a few minutes later and they questioned us about what happened. We gave them a description of the guy and they said they would keep an eye out in the area just to see if they could find him. After that day though, I was really scared to be alone there without my grandpa or uncle there in the house. I just really was truly traumatized by that whole situation. I would barely go over to his place anymore because I just didn't feel safe and I was really scared that it would happen again. Score more with the College branded Venmo Debit Card and earn up to 5% cash back with Venmo Stash Got paid back with the Venmo Debit card you can instantly access your balance and spend on what you want like game day, snacks, gear, tickets and more. The more you do do, the more cash back you can earn. Plus there's no monthly fee or minimum balance. 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I'm a stay at home girlfriend because I have kidney failure and am on dialysis waiting for a kidney transplant. So unfortunately I'm too sick to work while he's gone. I do my part with cooking and cleaning and taking care of our dogs. This was pretty recent, it only happened a week ago so the details are still pretty fresh in my mind. My boyfriend left for work at exactly 12pm and I was laying down in bed when I got a ring notification that there was motion at my front door. I immediately checked it and saw that there was a man standing there and it looked like he was jiggling the handle. But then my dog started barking and this seemed to spook him, so he ran off on the dirt area behind my patio. I called my boyfriend to let him know, and he had asked me to call our complex manager to have someone drive over on the go kart just to make sure the man wasn't lingering around. I said okay, but I said that I wanted to double check the front door before I called. We also have a gun, so I grabbed it. I really trusted my woman's intuition on this one. And I walked to my front door with my phone in my other hand. I'm watching the camera feed as I'm walking and everything looks clear. But as I get right next to my door, I had heard a beeping sound. Then what sounded like an electric drill of some sort and the sounds of someone messing with my door. Now we have a small window next to the entrance, and I'd peeked out and I saw the same man from earlier right there. He'd messed with my camera somehow so that I couldn't see the live feed anymore. I then immediately called 911 and put the phone to my face as I held the door lock with my left hand and the gun in my right hand. As it was ringing, I had yelled out, I have a gun and if you come in here, I'll shoot you. He may have thought I was bluffing because he still didn't stop trying to get in. Once the 911 operator answered, I gave my address and said that someone was trying to break in, then gave a detailed description of the guy. This had seemed to scare him because he stopped and afterwards it was very quiet. The operator said that the police were inside the complex and an officer finally came to my door. They searched all around, but they couldn't locate him anywhere. This is why we're thinking that he may live somewhere in the complex. Our complexes are gated and there's only two ways out. One is right past the main office that has cameras, and the second is in the back near our apartment. They believe I was targeted since I'm always home alone, and that whoever it was may have been watching me for quite some time. They also believed that he knew what he was doing because he had used a device to disable my cameras and because he had a backpack. They Believe he may have had his tools that he used to try and get in my door and God knows what else. It really makes me sick to think that if I hadn't gotten up to check the door or had my phone with me, what really could have happened to me had he gotten in? Our lease is up in two months and we're planning on moving out. This was my comfort space and it's an awful feeling to not feel safe in your own home. I'm constantly on edge now. Every noise makes me jump and I can't walk my dogs in peace with the fear that he'll be back to finish what he started. Always trust your intuition. It'll definitely save your life one day. So I'm a 33 year old female. When I was 25, I had lived with a roommate who I'll call Justin in a rural small town in the Shenandoah Mountains in Virginia. My room was on the main floor and there was also a bathroom right beside it that I had claimed for myself. Justin's room and bathroom was upstairs. Well, the house was updated and nice, but there was a strange design flaw, at least in my opinion. A window in the first floor bathroom that was inside the shower. It was about 2 foot tall or so and maybe about 1 foot across. If you were standing in the shower facing the shower head, the window would be on your right side. The bottom ledge started right at bud level and went up to like a little past my shoulders. So hopefully you get the idea of what exactly this would look like. So obviously this was unsettling being that everyone outside can see into the shower from the side of your house and if you were in the shower they would be able to see your naked body no problem. Well, I had this frosted glass stick on stuff that I had really hoped would obscure the image from the outside to just look like shadows if someone ran really was looking in. So anyways, I was always uncomfortable with showering at night because it was just so creepy to think that someone outside could see my shadow showering. Well, there was a really snowy day right after the New year, which led us to being home all day because work was closed. Justin had gone to his girlfriend's house. I'd spent most of the day alone watching Netflix in bed and I ended up falling asleep at some point. When I woke up, it was already dark outside and I still needed to shower for work the next day. My bathroom is on the first floor. Remember that even though I hated showering at night, I needed to. So I just got in and started showering. Less than five minutes go by and I hear a loud slap on the window from inside the shower. It sounded just like that. A literal slap from a hand. My heart then fell into my guts and I just froze, listening. There was yet another hard slap. I backed up backwards to the end of the tub where the window wouldn't be able to see anything. And I listened. Water still running. I had heard what sounded like two human hands trying to push up on the window. I grabbed my towel and got out of the shower, but it left the water still running. I then stood up in the bathroom to see what was going to happen next. Looking back, I don't know why it never occurred to me to leave the bathroom or get my phone and then immediately call 911. It was almost like I was not believing someone would actually be out there. Slapping on the window, then trying to push it open again. It sounded like another attempt with two hands trying to push the window upwards. Then like three or so thuds on the wall leading towards the back of the house. Right at that point, I went to get my phone and called Justin. I told him what happened and I asked if he was trying to prank me. He said no and that he was still at his girlfriend's house and confirmed with FaceTime. He then told me to call 911. So I hung up and called 911 saying that I'm home alone and that I think someone is trying to break in. They sent three officers. There was fresh snowfall on the ground. Remember that? They had an officer talking to me while the other two checked around the outside of the house and the yard. They came in and told me that they didn't find anyone there, but also that there were no tracks whatsoever in the snow on the sides of the house or the backyard. They were confused and so was I. But I know what I heard. The fact that there weren't any tracks outside in the snow leaves me unsettled to the core. I still have no answers to this day. I still have no idea who or what was slapping the window that night. And it really gives me the creep. This incident occurred when I was 21. I'm a guy, by the way, and it was right before Christmas, so it wasn't a good way to start off the holiday season. I was home alone one night around one in the morning in my room, laying down in bed. I was just about to drift off when I'd gotten a notification on my phone about someone at the door. When I opened the door, there was a person Standing right at the front door, wearing a ski mask and holding a handgun. Yeah, as cliche as it sounds, that's what I saw. I pretty much immediately went into panic mode. I then got out of bed, put on my shoes and jacket, and left the house. I didn't put any pants on because I didn't want to waste time, but I still had my tighty whities on, thankfully. Anyway, I very quietly went out the back door. When I got outside, my legs got cold knowing I didn't have any pants on. I got to the sidewalk and I ran like hell to the police station, which was only about six blocks from my house. When I arrived at the police station, I had found a cop and explained the situation to him. He said that he'd drive me home to take a look. So I got inside with him with his patrol car and he drove me to my house a little bit. After we arrived at my house, the cop went into my house and after about five minutes, he came out with the guy in handcuffs. I then got out of the car and approached the officer and the guy. I couldn't believe what I saw. The guy was a former co worker of mine who got fired, and he claimed he wanted to come to my house in the middle of the night to shoot me in my sleep. This guy had actually got fired for stealing money from my job, and I had gotten a video of him doing it, and I had showed it to my boss, which is how he got fired. He said he would get revenge the next time he saw me. But I ended up filing a restraining order against him so that he could no longer approach me. I haven't seen or heard from him since, and I hope that I never see him again. It was a pretty late evening, alone in my dark little apartment. The building lights went out and I forgot to get some light bulbs from Lowes earlier that day. So once nighttime came, I had really kicked myself and said I would go straight to the store in the morning for bulbs. As I had watched YouTube on my TV in my family room, I was listening to Gordon Ramsay's Of Hell's Kitchen, which was a really good and funny episode where Gordon was about to go off on a cook who had screwed up his meal. Anyways, I'd hit pause and I went into the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, I had heard weird sounds coming from the door. I slowly made my way towards the door where I heard a man's voice that then said, look, this is the home we're gonna rob. No one's here. I gulped and grabbed my phone and then shouted at the man through the door, I'm calling the police. Go away. I heard silence and then a door slammed shut. I peeked out of the window and I saw a car then speeding away. I had no idea who the person was, but then it hit me. They must have thought that I wasn't home since I didn't have any lights on. I also want to add that I have a friend who got robbed just last month. I ended up keeping the TV on the entire night just to make some sort of light so people knew I was home. The next morning I was woken up to a loud banging on my door and it was our neighbor. He asked if I was okay, which I said yes. He then went on to tell me that he had heard voices late last night and he actually heard me say that I was going to call the police. He said that he saw two men run outside and then get into their car, then speed off. I was a bit freaked out by this. I heard that there was a break in a few streets away where two men actually beat a man into a coma. I'm not really sure if those two men were the same two men who were at my house or not, but I'm really glad that I never found out and I'm glad that I yelled at them before they broke in and did God knows what and who knows what would have happened to the two men who attempted to break into my home. I'm really glad that you didn't achieve what you planned to do. Stay safe out there everyone and watch your backs. I'm a 29 year old female and this happened to me two years ago. I don't live in the US but the town I live in has a strong American influence with many American immigrants and tourists. Because of this, the house in my town have a lot of American features that typically the rest of my country doesn't have, such as our washing machines and dryers being in the basements or a separate little outhouse in the back garden. My house was one of the ones with an outhouse. I'll explain the layout of my house briefly so that the story makes sense. My house has three bedrooms with an upstairs and downstairs. There's a back door which leads outside in our kitchen and another one in the conservatory. The door outside from the conservatory takes you out into the porch and if you walk about 20 seconds you reach the back door accessible via the kitchen. Beside this is the outhouse where the washing machine is kept. The outhouse looks like it's attached to the house, but you can only enter it via going outside. Now that that's out of the way onto the story. It was a Thursday and I was home alone because it was my day off while my fiance was at work. He had left that morning and he wouldn't be home until about 7pm I won't bore you with all the details of what I did that day. Only the activities of that afternoon onwards are relevant. I had put a load of laundry on at about 3pm I went outside via the conservatory door and I didn't close it behind me. I know this might sound stupid on my part, but it was only going to be open for about two minutes and I thought it was safe since no one would see the door was open. I was in my back garden after all, and my street is located in a pretty safe area and many of my neighbors are elderly or younger people with families. The season was also changing into autumn and since the conservatories trap heat, I figured a blast of some cool air would be good after just getting through a really hot summer. Anyway, I didn't think much of it when I went back into my house and had settled on the couch to watch some TV. The day went on as normal, but at about 5pm I thought that I heard some movement from upstairs. Now, I was used to the normal noises of the house, so I knew it was an out of the ordinary sound. If you went into mine in my fiance's bedroom upstairs, you could actually hear a creak if you stood in the middle of the room because it was directly above the living room. I didn't feel scared at this point, just confused. It was just me and the house after all. I decided to ignore it though, because I realized I had to go outside and get my laundry out. I'd set it to a one hour spin, but it actually ends up taking about an hour and 20 minutes and I knew it would be ready by now, so I went outside and put it in the tumble dryer. My fiance's favorite pajamas were included in the wash and I wanted them to be nice and warm for him when he came home again. I settled on the couch afterwards because I was having a lazy day. I'd been seated for like 10 minutes when I heard that same creaking noise yet again, followed by a thumping noise. I froze and a feeling of dread crept over me. Now, if I hadn't heard the noise from earlier, I would have just assumed something had somehow fallen and I would have went up to check it without even thinking anything of it. However, the creaking noise from earlier was now at the forefront of my mind. Now I had muted the TV and I had hesitated when I rose to my feet, unsure of what to do, I tried to be rational, telling myself I was being a drama queen and that houses made noises all the time. The season was changing and we'd only been in that house for just over a year, so maybe it was possible the house was just settling differently because of a temperature change and I hadn't picked up on it yet. Besides, if someone was up there, I would know because I had a view of the hallway from the couch I was on, and I would have heard the door open anyway. This is when I started to think about how I technically left my house vulnerable to entry hours ago. But again, I told myself no one could have snuck in because it was my back garden. From the front of our house, you can walk up the side and be in the back garden, but the odds of someone doing that when I had the conservatory door open seemed very slim. So I told myself to get a hold of myself and just go upstairs and look. I couldn't resist the urge to be very quiet as I ascended the stairs, stopping every two seconds and just listening hard for any noise. The house was silent. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I looked inside the bathroom and there was nothing out of place. That made me feel better and I walked into mine and my fiance's room. Our bedroom door was open, but we always kept the other two bedroom doors closed since we used one as an office area and the other was pretty much just empty with only a spare bedside table inside it and maybe some of my fiance's PlayStation games. I looked around our bedroom and I saw that several of my books had fell off the shelf, as well as one of my ornaments. As you can all imagine, this made me feel really uneasy. The way our bedroom is laid out as you walk in from the right, our bed is in the middle, a window is to the left wall right in front of you when standing at the door. Our closet is a sliding mirror, one that you can walk inside a little, and my small bookshelf was on the same side of the wall as the door, and my ornament had rolled across the floor so it drew my attention right away. I picked three books up and I put everything back. Then I looked towards the closet. It takes up the whole wall and it has three mirrors you can slide. We always kept it open with a small section of our clothing visible and the mirrors positioned In a way to conceal the two sides of the closet, if that makes any sense. Anyway, I felt a really uncomfortable feeling, and I didn't want to go over to the closet. I walked to the edge of my bed and I looked out the window, but with the corner of my eye, I was peering inside the closet. I didn't see anything, but I still felt very afraid. Something just felt off for some reason. I went back downstairs and I texted my fiance about it. About 20 minutes had passed and he hadn't responded, which I understood because, you know, he was busy at work. He hadn't opened my message, so I knew that he probably hadn't even seen it yet. That's when I heard yet more creaking upstairs, and I started to feel a little irritated. I really hated that I was feeling spooked, but I couldn't help it. I ended up turning the TV off and going into the kitchen to get something. That's when I heard a rattling from upstairs, and I immediately began internally freaking out. It was unmistakably the sound of our sliding mirrors moving. So if you were too rough, they'd make a loud banging, rattling noise because one of them was a little too loose at the bottom. Now, I've watched my fiance play enough horror games and I've seen enough horror movies and heard enough stories to know that I'd be a complete dumbass if I stayed a second any longer in that house. Thank God I'd brought my phone into the kitchen with me, because I then immediately ran out of the back door in the kitchen along the side of the house, and then ran into the street. I just bolted. I then called the cops and told them, I think someone's in my house. The operator asked me if I was inside, and I told him I was outside. He told me to stay away from the house and stay on the line with them until the cops arrived. I was terrified, and I was rambling about how my fiance was at work and had no idea what was going on. And also how I was scared and I was just being stupid and I was really sorry if I was wasting everyone's time. The operator tried his best to calm me down, and I was only waiting about 10 minutes before. The police then arrived. They searched my house and the surrounding area, but they didn't find any intruder. However, they did find evidence that someone had been inside my house. One of the cops had went right inside my closet, and what he found still makes me sick to think about. Some of my clothes had male DNA on it. Yeah, the sticky Substance you're thinking of is exactly right. It was on some of my clothes that were hanging up, as well as on the closet door in the back of one of the sliding mirrors. I don't know if the mirror rattled because the intruder got excited and hit it by mistake or if he intentionally moved it. I was glad I got out of the house when I did, especially because he was clearly a sick pervert. A cop then drove me to my fiance's work, and he actually called me when we were on the way to his work. I told him what happened, and he immediately left and met us outside his workplace. He just hugged me as I cried into his shoulder. The cops had theorized that the intruder had escaped via one of the back doors. I had unlocked the conservatory one because I had to take stuff out of the tumble dryer later, and I felt secure not locking it. There's a gate at the bottom of our garden, and you can run along the back streets. So the cops thought the intruder must have escaped that way. Since they had DNA, they assured me they'd do their best to try and find the creep. My fiance and I stayed with his parents for about two weeks after this incident because I was just way too scared to go home. I wanted the locks changed, so we arranged for that to happen. I also vowed to never leave any doors unlocked, as well as to never do any laundry with any doors open or unlocked. After weeks of waiting, the cops had told us that they caught the guy. It turned out that he apparently had a record of committing similar crimes. He was known as a Peeping Tom, and he'd actually been in trouble for petty thefts and for following women around. My fiance was furious that this weirdo was actually allowed to mingle with the public. His address was half an hour away from us. Button. Apparently, he liked to travel outside of his bubble to spy on women. He'd usually jerk off in the bushes or in his car, watching them wherever he could catch a glimpse. This was actually the first time that he'd ever went inside someone's home. It really freaks me out to think that he may have been stalking me. He must have been watching me to know that I would leave that door open, to know I was out there doing laundry. I don't know how long he was watching me, but it still gives me major anxiety to this day. We changed our locks, and I'm now very paranoid about locking all of our doors. It scares me to think that he was in that closet, hiding in the side, knowing I was in the room. The Creep was actually sentenced to some jail time, but only for a few years. It doesn't feel like enough. My fiance has been a huge supporter throughout all of this and in a weird way, dealing with this actually made our relationship stronger. So to the creepy pervert who snuck into my house and jerked off all over my clothes, I really hope I never encounter you again and I hope you receive all the karma you deserve for doing those disgusting things. Please stay safe everyone and don't ever make the same mistakes that I did. It doesn't matter how safe you perceive your area to be, always lock your doors no matter what. And if you feel like something is off, listen to that feeling. It's better to look stupid and be wrong than fall victim to something horrible. Stay safe. I'm a 36 year old male and I live in a ground floor apartment in a seaside town in England with my girlfriend. This incident occurred on a Saturday night. I was home alone because my girlfriend was having an evening out with two friends that she hadn't seen in a couple of months. I'm a night owl at heart so I like to stay up late on the weekends and I wanted to wait up anyway just in case her or her friends needed me to drive them home. And instead of getting a taxi, I had planned to catch up on some YouTube videos and maybe play a game on my laptop. It was about 10:30pm When I heard the sound of my front door handle moving. I paused the TV and listened and I heard it again. It sounded like someone was rattling my door handle very quickly. I was confused because I wasn't expecting my girlfriend to be home or call me to pick her up up until closer to midnight. So I headed to the door and looked out the peephole. The noise had stopped by the time I reached the door and when I looked out the peephole, my blood then froze. I saw a man standing further away from my door facing away from me, so all I could see was the back of his head. It looked like he had his head in his hands. I got a bad feeling in my stomach and I decided to pretend that I wasn't home, figuring it was just some drunk idiot who got the wrong house. I went back to watch tv, but I had kept the noise lower than before. About half an hour passed and I heard the same noise yet again. I was very on edge and I immediately shot up and headed for the door. I decided this time that I'd open it and I didn't ask him what the hell his problem was. I did just that, except when I opened the door, the guy just gave me a bewildered look before backing away. When I opened the door, I said to him, look man, I don't know who you are, but I saw you trying to open my door earlier. If you don't leave right now, I'm contacting the police. I didn't recognize this man as a neighbor and his eyes looked tired with black circles underneath them and he looked solemn. I stood there watching him as he backed off, before he went to the entryway to our apartment block and just sat there, head in his hands. I went back into my house, but before I did I then said, just go home man, and then shut the door. I wasn't sure if I should call the police because I didn't want to waste their time if the guy simply had the wrong house, which I felt he maybe had since he looked at me so confused. I shot a text to my girlfriend explaining the situation and I told her to make sure she calls me when she wants to come home because I didn't want her to get a taxi and risk running into the guy outside. I told her not to cut her night short and I was fine picking her up at any time, and that I'd drive her friends home too if they wanted. I knew she wouldn't be out until 4am because we're both too old to party like that nowadays, but I didn't want her to cut her night short either. I ended up turning the TV off and just sitting on my phone until my girlfriend called just after midnight to say that she was ready to come home when I went to go get her. The apartment entryway was now empty, as were the stairs leading to the upper floors from what I could see. I didn't see the man again, although I was very vigilant walking along the street to my car. When my girlfriend and I got home, she told me that she thought that he was probably just a drunk and trying to get into a friend's house and I agreed, although to me he looked more tired than drunk, but I guess you never really know. I have no idea if he knew someone in our apartment block or if he really was trying to do something more sinister. I just hope that he never comes back, and I'm really glad that we always kept our front door locked and bolted because if I had it unlocked that night, he could have waltzed it right in and done God knows what. This happened to me when I was 13 years old. I'm a girl. Sometime around Christmas, my mom, dad and little sister went out shopping, but I had stayed home. I knew that they would be gone for a few hours, but I didn't mind since I loved having the house all to myself. My sister's shoes were at the front door instead of the garage, so she went through there instead and I closed the door behind her. I feel that it's important to mention that a week prior, a boy in the grade above me came up to me during the school pickup and started talking to me. I was never a very social person, but this boy had tried to talk to me many times before. I always just nodded and gave autopilot responses. He was asking for my number, but I politely said no. After a bit of pushing, he finally gave up and left. I was then picked up a few minutes later. Now it was the first day of Christmas break. Like I said before, my parents and sister went out shopping and they wouldn't be back for a few hours. I unplugged the living room security camera so I could do a bunch of weird shit without the chance of my parents looking in on me. Right around an hour later, when it was dark, I closed all the blinds and made myself some noodles and watched a movie while eating. After I finished my dinner, I was watching the movie. I paused to get a cookie when I had heard some noise on the outside of my house. It sounded like footsteps. I held my breath to listen closely, making sure it was just the house making noises. But no, it definitely sounded like footsteps in the backyard. I turned off the tv, grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter, and I then ran to go lock myself in the bathroom. I heard a pounding on the window. Then silence. Even the footsteps were gone. A few seconds later, I heard two voices from outside the house. One male and one female. And then once again, I heard silence for about five minutes straight. I went out of the bathroom and quietly inched closer to the phone to go call the cops. Then I heard the landline ring. I was about 5ft away from the phone. The noise startled me and I had dropped the knife with a clatter, followed by a violent pounding on the backyard door. I picked up the knife and then ducked into the small storage closet under the stairs. There was a reason that I mentioned earlier that my sister left through the front door instead of the garage and that I closed it behind her. Two pairs of footsteps ran around to the front, and then I heard the small beep of the alarm system, letting me know that a door leading to the outside had been opened. How could I have been so stupid as not to lock the front door. When she left, I controlled my breathing to be as silent as possible and I readied the knife. I heard the doors being slammed and an oddly familiar voice then called out, where the fuck are you, you little bitch? I know you're here. I think it might have been the boy. As expected, the closet door swung open and there was a girl outside. Out of instinct, I took the knife and then sliced her with it. She started to shriek and blood dripped on the floor as she slapped my face very hard, so hard that I actually fell down. The woman ran out of the house and then slammed the front door shut behind her. It took a minute of silence to register that it was now over. I got up, locked the front door, and I quickly started to clean the blood off the floor with soap and water. I didn't get to the phone in time to call the cops, but these people were long gone now, so there was really no point. Just as I finished cleaning, I realized with a chill going down my spine that I never even heard the boy leave. I then quietly checked everywhere in the house, knife in hand, turning all the lights as I checked the upstairs and downstairs as well as every bathroom and closet and hiding spot that I could think of. I never found anyone. I cleaned up all the mess they made and I made sure everything seemed normal. Around 45 minutes later, my parents and sister finally came home to me watching tv. I know that this is going to sound really crazy, but I still haven't told them what happened. To this day, I was just really afraid that they would never let me stay home alone ever again. And I didn't want that because I really appreciate my privacy. 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Microsoft 365 Copilot is your AI assistant for work built into Word, Excel, PowerPoint, and other Microsoft 365 apps you use helping you quickly write, analyze, create and summarize so you can cut through clutter and clear a path to your best work. Learn more@Microsoft.com M365 copilot. I'm a 22 year old female and I live with my boyfriend. The story took place back in December of 2022. Here's some background information. We didn't really live in the greatest part of town, so there was always shit going on. Our house faces an alleyway so our backyard meets our neighbors behind us. Backyard if that makes sense. Their house faces the main street and our backyards are separated by a chain link fence with a gate written in the deed of the house. A gate had to be there so emergency fire personnel can access our whole house if ever needed. The alleyway is so narrow that my boyfriend's pickup truck just makes the turn from the main street. You can just barely see our tiny little house and you couldn't see the gate from the main street due to the neighbor's car being parked in the driveway. I was home alone on this night due to my boyfriend being on an emergency call for work. It was around 10pm and I had just door dashed some Applebee's. I know it was probably a little late for takeout, but I wasn't expecting my boyfriend to be out this late. We have a motion sensor, light and camera facing the backyard. Well, just as I'm sitting down to eat and watching tv, I get a notification that someone is in my backyard. Now I just assumed that it's our neighbors outside doing something, but I was wrong. I clicked the live feed and I saw a man holding what looks to be a plastic white bag crouched down near the entrance as well as near the tree along the other side of our yard. I immediately call my boyfriend and I frantically say that someone is in our backyard. He tells me to turn the lights off and keep the dogs quiet. I quickly grab the dogs and hide in the closet until I hear back from my boyfriend. I didn't want to turn off the lights though, just in case someone was watching the house and found out someone was home. I was also way too shaken up to call the police so my boyfriend calls for me. I once again checked the live feed from the camera to see if the guy was gone and he was. I watch back the footage and he had actually walked through our neighbor's driveway through the gate and then sneakily moved so he didn't set off the camera when he started to walk towards our bedroom window that's when the motion light comes on and the camera then says, hi, you're now being recorded. Now, our bedroom window is the biggest window on the back of the house. He easily could have stepped on something to get up to the level of the window to see if it was open. Thankfully, if that was the case, we had a solid wood tall dresser right in front of the window, so he wouldn't have been able to get in. My boyfriend calls me back and he says the police are on their way and to keep an eye out. About 10 minutes go by and I finally see the police in our backyard trying to find our house. I run out and introduce myself and explain the whole situation. As I'm explaining everything to the cops, my boyfriend pulls up. I give the police the information they need and I show them the footage. They obviously couldn't do much since the guy wasn't in our backyard anymore, but we just wanted it to be reported and be on record. The officer said that the guy looked like he wanted something in our yard. The things in our yard consisted of a concrete mixer, two bikes, a bike track, and a plastic kiddie pool for the dogs. If the guy had attempted to take any of those things, I wouldn't have even bothered calling the cops. It seemed like he knew the layout of our yard and knew exactly where the gate and camera was located at. I was scared to be home alone for days after this happened, especially at night. The police hung around the neighborhood for a good 20 minutes, then left. Unfortunately, we never heard anything else regarding it. Thankfully though, we don't live in that house anymore and I'm really glad. My story takes place. A long time ago, when I was around 10 or 11 years old, my family and I moved into a brand new three story townhome located in the beautiful and peaceful area of Vienna, Virginia. As we settled in, we took note of simple needed lightwork throughout the town home. One particular repair involved the light switch leading the downstairs to the third level basement. Every time someone would turn on the light switch, it would always flicker briefly and then stop and just didn't work. Since we were renting, my mother had called the owner to schedule a time and day for the repair to occur. The owner promised to call back with the date and time. That had worked out for my mother. A couple of days went by and still no word from the owner. One day I became sick with a cold and had a sore throat which then culminated in me staying home from school for the following day. I had put up a good fight of insisting that I was okay and that I could tolerate being in school. But in the end I had to stay home. My father left the house first, then my mother who first drove my three siblings to school before she too went to work. Being home alone was normal for me and my siblings back then. This was pretty typical for kids in my generation, which was during the 70s and 80s. Even though my family and I lived in the nicer neighborhoods while growing up, my siblings and I were trained to all check the windows and doors several times throughout throughout the day. Whenever we did stay home alone. Once everyone departed from our home like clockwork, I'd perform my safety checks. Everything was secured, mission accomplished. I then turned my attention towards the kitchen to go get some breakfast. After that I did the typical self entertaining activities. I play with my Barbies, watch some tv, and I played with some of my other toys as well. When I grew tired and sleepy, I rested on some padded bedding with my favorite blankets on the living room floor which was directly in front of the fireplace on the middle level of the town home. That way I could hear the kitchen phone for whenever my mother called to check on me. Now, in case you were wondering, the fireplace was not in use and the reason for me sleeping on the floor was because, well, our furniture from the movers was delayed and it hadn't gotten delivered yet. When we moved, we really only took the essentials and it really wasn't that bad sleeping on the floor. We had wall to wall thick brown shag carpeting throughout the town home except for the basement, laundry room, foyer, guest bath, kitchen hallways and bathrooms. But I digress. Anyways, back to the story. I had fallen asleep at some point. I don't know how long I slept. When I was then awakened by the distant sound of the doorbell. I was then awoken from my deep sleep and I was a bit disoriented at first. I finally realized that someone was at the door. I kinda just froze and stayed where I was at. I just listened to. I didn't make a sound. I heard two men's voices. I assumed after a minute or two that they would just go away and that there would be no need to call my mother at work and let her know what was happening. I was wrong. So wrong. They weren't going away. Then the knocks on the door began with intermittent doorbell ringing. I was nervous and scared and I didn't dare to move. If I did, they would see me through the window on the side of the front door. And if I tried to approach the kitchen once there, I Would have to open the kitchen door in order to get to the phone. I didn't want to chance it, so I decided to stay put. The persistence continued, and I didn't know what to do. My stress level increased by tenfold. I laid back down in the fetal position and covered myself entirely with my blanket, hoping and praying that it would stop. I just kept telling myself that they would go away eventually. As I laid there, the persistence started to fade. My prayers were answered. I was safe. Or so I thought. I was just about to come out from under my blanket when suddenly the front doorknob then twisted along with the sound of jingling keys following it. No voices, Just the front door slowly opening. I froze. I stayed in the fetal position. I heard the first person walk in, and then the other person. Both of them were men. One voice then said, I don't think anyone is home. And the other responded back with, yeah, it looks that way. Then silence. I held my breath and didn't dare to move. Thoughts quickly started running through my mind. Maybe they're here to rob us. Maybe they're gonna hurt me. I was scared. So scared I dared not cry for. For fear that they would have heard me. I was just a little girl, and I'd be completely powerless against them if they had any ill will. I just listened as they opened the kitchen door, then walked in. Then they stood in front of the stairs, One set leading up to the third level and the other set leading downstairs to the basement. Since none of the furniture was present, they inquired if anyone lived here. Through conversation amongst themselves, I began to pray to myself, and I tried not to cry. They couldn't see me from where they stood. They were so close to me, Only several feet separated us, and they didn't know it. I was literally cornered. I felt so helpless. Then both men headed towards the stairs leading down to the basement. I heard the first man begin his descent. But then the other man turned, and he suddenly started walking towards my way. I laid perfectly still, not breathing, and I pretended to be asleep under my blanket with my backside facing him. I could feel him staring at me, knowing that someone was under the blanket. As he stood there, he cleared his throat, then sang, hey, hey, are you awake? I didn't respond, just pretending to be asleep. He said it again, this time a little louder. This caused the other men to come back upstairs. I stirred, pretending to wake up. I slowly came out from under my blanket and turned to face the men, now standing together. I just played dumb then. Huh? What? Who are you? There was a slight pause as they continued to stare at me. Here I was all alone with two grown ass men. I was totally shitting bricks inside trying to think of a way out of this while still trying to portray a poker face at the same time. As I then looked from one man and then to the other, I told myself I could run around them to get to the front door to escape, and since we didn't have any furniture, this could really work out in my favor. I said a quiet prayer to myself as I continued to stare at them. Then the man who woke me up then said, hi, we're just here to fix the light switch. It's the one going downstairs, right? My voice then portrayed my vulnerability as I responded fearfully. Yeah, the same man again spoke, okay, we'll take care of it right now. We didn't mean to wake you up. You can go back to sleep. They then turned to focus on the task at hand. As they proceeded downstairs with a big exhale, the sigh of relief started to leave me. Yet I remained vigilant as I stayed on my bedding, being very quiet until they finally finished after about 15:20 minutes. As they climbed up the stairs to come back up to the middle level where I was, the other man spoke this time and he then announced in a loud voice, okay, we're finished. You're all set. I quickly got up and I then stood where they could see me. I then said thank you. They said goodbye to me and then quickly departed. I paused briefly and I then ran to the front door to make sure it was locked. I cried, thinking that this could have easily ended badly for me. I said another prayer and I thanked my guardian angel for watching over me. I then told myself that I was going to tell my mother when she called to check in on me, but in the end I ended up remaining silent on the matter. I don't know why I made that decision. Maybe I was afraid of getting into trouble for not doing the right thing, of calling my mother right away when the unrelenting doorbell was first heard. Or maybe I was just embarrassed in my response to the situation of just being frozen with fear. I don't know. After I calmed myself down, my mother called shortly after that and she instructed me to get dressed and to be ready for her when she came by to pick me up. I met her at the front door and we walked down together to get into the car. We went on a little errand and we then picked up my siblings from school. By the time we returned home, my older brother discovered that the downstairs light switch worked. Now he called my mother's attention to it and my mother looked at it and then deduced that while we were going on our errand in the school pickup that the repairman must have come by and fixed it. During that time, I still didn't say anything. I just played dumb, acting shocked like everyone else that it was fixed. To this day, I still haven't said anything about it. Silly, I know. But I wasn't very proud of the fact that I didn't handle the situation better than I did. I learned an important lesson that day. Always listen to your gut feeling and act on it. I don't actually know if they were actually the repairmen or if they were there to rob the place. Whoever they were, I appreciate them fixing the light, but I really wish they would have shown up when I wasn't home and all alone. The story takes place when I was around 16 years old. We were on a school break, so my best friend Maggie was staying over. My parents were at work and my little brother was at daycare. I'm going to describe the layout of my house for context. I lived in a two story log cabin that sat far off the road and it wasn't visible to passing cars and there were thick woods on either side of it. There was a porch that stretched the length of the front of the house. There was a large wooden door in the middle with narrow windows on either side. When you walked through the front door, the living room was to your left and the parlor and stairs were to the right. Straight ahead at the end of the breezeway was the kitchen and from this view you could see out the window and the back door. There was a bathroom from the living room which was also connected into the laundry room. My room was upstairs above the parlor. On the day this all happened, Maggie and I were working through a list of tasks that my dad gave us. He told us if we completed everything on the list, he would give us some money so that we could go out that weekend. I was upstairs in my room cleaning while Maggie was in the downstairs bathroom cleaning. It was a really nice day outside, so I had my windows open. All of a sudden I heard the crunching of leaves outside right below my window. I glanced out the window and saw a tall, skinny white man walking towards the back of my house. This didn't alarm me at first because I just assumed it was the man from the electric company that reads the meter. As the meter's on that side of the house, I decided to go downstairs and check for the Electric company truck just to make sure. I went downstairs and as I reached the bottom step, Maggie came through the living room door. She told me that she saw a man in a camo jacket walking around the side of the house where she had been cleaning at. Then I told her what I had seen as well. I went to look out the window beside the front door and there was no vehicle in sight so it couldn't be the meter reader. I turned back towards Maggie and she was staring down the breezeway to the back door. The man in the camo jacket was standing in the backdoor window staring at us. I grabbed Maggie's hand and we ran upstairs. This was during the days before everyone had cell phones so I had to call my mom's work. I told my mom what had happened and she felt like we were probably overreacting, but she said that she would try and get ahold of my dad. A few minutes later my dad called me. He said that he called next door to one of his good friends named JT because he apparently thought JT's son was home. At the time his son Ben was at home and he told my dad that he'd be happy to ride over to our house with his gun and check things out for us. I felt so much better after talking to my dad. A couple of minutes later, Ben rode up on his four wheeler. We went out on the porch and we then showed him where we had seen the men. He then took his gun and walked all the way around the house and quite a ways into the woods, but he didn't find anything. He checked on us again and we then thanked him for checking on us. I know what I saw and Maggie was pretty certain of which she saw as well. They could have run across the backyard and into those woods. They easily could have jumped the fence and been gone. I'm glad they left though, and I hope I never have to experience anything like that ever again. I know this might not be the scariest story out there to many of you, but it was a very scary experience for me and my friend. Hey everyone. I'm a 28 year old female now and at the time this happened almost six, seven years ago, I had spent the night at my boyfriend's now husband's house and his mom went out of town and we were waiting for his brother to come home. So we kept the door unlocked. It was around 11:12 during the fall time and it was somewhat dark, dark enough for the street light to be on. We had moved our bed out into the living room because why not? There was a big TV to play our video games on. Our backs were turned to the door and we had heard a car pull up and we heard just one door shut, but the vehicle still on sounded like a big truck. We didn't really think anything of it because at the time my brother in law was getting rides from friends because he was saving up money for a car car. So we never knew what kind of car would pick him up. We then heard footsteps on the porch and then the doorknob slowly turning and at the same time our two dogs who are lab husky mix then growl at the door. We had noticed the light from the streetlight and then we heard the door slam. The truck then peels out of our driveway and it's going so fast you can hear the tire screech. Me and my husband just looked at one another very confused. We then get up and slowly make our way to the door looking for anything we could find for weapons. We then do a walk around the house with our dogs. Now our dogs are very lovable dogs, but the boy dog will not hesitate to defend his family. And the girl dog will do the same. But she will try to leave it to her brother. She's a very anxious dog. She has anxiety. So to hear her growl like that really shocked us. After we look around the house, my husband calls his brother asking if he had just left the house peeling out of the driveway. He then replied back with no man, I'm still at work. I'll be doing a double tonight, so I won't be back until early morning, maybe even mid afternoon. That made my husband's face turn completely white. We left the house in his mom's car and we left our own vehicle in the driveway in case they came back. We decided to park up the street from our house so that we were able to see our house perfectly. My mother in law's car wasn't parked in the driveway. It never really is, as she always parked away from the house so these people would have no idea what her car looked like. A few hours go by and we're still in the car looking at the house. We're getting pretty tired at this point. Our dogs are also restless from being in the car for so long. We figured it would be okay now to go back home since those people never came back. We then leave my husband's mom's car where we parked it at, and we walk back. That was honestly the longest walk of our lives. We're so tired at this point and we lock everything up. It's 4:30am now and we're now awakened to our dogs going absolutely crazy and also foaming at the mouth. Someone's trying to get in the house through the window in the kitchen and they broke it. When my husband saw this, he ran into the guy full force and he pushes him out, leaving him to fall on his back and cry out for the others. I heard one trying to bust the back door down and I then called the cops letting them know what was going on. I then threw down the phone and I raced to my husband who had told me quietly to run up to the attic and he tossed me the dogs. I'm now running as I pass the back door and someone actually got me with a knife across my arm. I actually got a pretty good gash from it. I stopped and looked at him and I struck him with a kick to the nuts. And as soon as he got down, I didn't kneed him and ran upstairs. I heard one of my dogs whimpering and I stop in the hallway turning around and it's my girl dog, one of those fuckers that actually stabbed my dog. My husband had the guy who did it in a headlock and he was hitting him in the face. We had finally heard the sirens from a distance. The cops were here. Feeling confident, I run for the front door and I kick the guy in the face who struck me with the knife because he was actually still down for me kicking him in the nuts. I run out of my house with my hands up and I then tell the cops that my husband has one in custody and that another intruder is down near the back door. We watch the cops take away the two men. The cops seem to believe that this was more than just a two man job. My husband got a few cuts and bruises and I had to get a few stitches. Our dog was also okay. Thank God we still live in that house. And we updated our house with a ton of cameras and much better windows. I know this situation probably sounded like a movie, but it really did happen. And it's still the scariest thing that's ever happened to either of us. Please, everyone stay safe out there. Monster Energy. 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