One More Creepy Story

I just found this sub and I wanted to share my own experience. It happened when I was 13 and it's something I've never forgotten.

We had just moved into a brand new house in a brand new housing development. A lot of the houses around us were either unfinished or had families that had just moved in. Behind our house was a lot of field mostly for more future houses.

We lived in a fairly safe small city and the housing development was very quiet so for the first few years we lived there we never bothered to lock the doors. Even at night most of the time it just wasn't something we thought about.

My parents had just put in hardwood floor so the house was a pretty echoey single story. One night as I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep I thought I heard the back sliding glass door open. I was up late on the internet but everyone else was asleep so the house was quiet. I had my door slightly open so my cat could come and go and so I knew that I was definitely hearing something.

I froze, hoping it wasn't the door but a moment later I heard it slide shut. Then I began to hear what sounded like heavy shoes walking across the hardwood floor. It was a very specific sound and suddenly I couldn't breathe. The footsteps were slow and quiet, like they were trying to make as little noise as possible, but because the floor was wood and our house had high ceilings, the steps echoed down the hallway to my room. Then I heard them stop, the sound of the hallway closet being opened, and then the door quietly clicking shut, like they turned the knob, pulled the door closed, and then released the knob it once it was in place.

It was silent after that. My heart was beating so fast and I began crying. The only way to my parents room was up the hallway. Their door was only about 20 feet away from where that hallway closet was. I was frozen and I honestly thought I would pee my pants I was so scared.

However it was silent for long enough that I knew I had to get my dad. So I stood up and walked sock footed to my door. I stood there for a long time breathing.

Then I ran. It's not a long hallway but I went as fast as I could. I got inside their room and tried to wake my dad up.

"Dad...Dad!" I was frantically whispering.

"Huh" he was half asleep

"Dad!"

"Huh what?"

"Dad I think there's someone inside the house"

"What?"

"Get up I think there's someone inside the house!"

"There's no one in here go back to sleep"

"Yes there is" I start crying.

That gets him up. My mom also wakes up at this point as well. So they both get out of bed. My dad, sure there's no one in the house, doesn't even grab something as a weapon. But I follow behind him as he leaves the room. He goes into the living room, passes the closet, turns on all the lights in the house. I remember standing in the living room, knowing exactly where the person was and not being able to say anything. He tells me look, there's no one. He doesn't check the closet though. And I don't tell him to. I'm so afraid that who ever is in there will jump out with a knife and kill my dad in front of me and 13 year old me keeps thinking I can't be the one responsible for my dad's death. So I say nothing. And I don't tell him to check the closet. I don't know why he didn't because if I were a dad I would have. He locks the front door and tells me to go back to bed.

They wait until I'm back in my room before they close their own bedroom door and go back to sleep. Again the house is silent and I'm laying there afraid because that person is still in here in the one place he didn't look.

Suddenly I hear the closet door open, just as slowly and as quietly as before. Then the footsteps again. I could hear them so clearly walking towards the kitchen were the backdoor is and they stop. That's followed by the sound of the backdoor being slid open and then quietly being pushed closed again. I hear the backdoor click into place. And then the house is silent.

I'm laying there crying and breathing but hearing them leave the house, I felt instant relief though I was still shaking with fear. I give it a few minutes hoping they wouldn't come back. And they don't. So after a bit I sneak out there. My one and only thought is to lock the back door which I manage to do but the scariest part was that when I looked at the hall closet the door wasn't closed anymore. It was cracked because they hadn't bothered to close it after they left though I know it was definitely closed when my dad was out there with me.

I tried bringing it up to them years later and they still didn't believe me. But that's not something you just hear.

-fjsgk