read this in pure darkness at like 3 am
I got one for ya
Creepiest thing? I'll try to shorten this, and remember to the best of my abilities, as this is kinda repressed/I don't want to remember it.
When I was 12, I lived in the back portion of my house with my little brother, it was a HUGE room, so big infact, we had our own door to the outside.
In any event, one night my older brother and my parents' went out of town to a wrestling tournament, leaving me and my younger brother (10) alone. I was mature enough of that age to stay alone, and my parents' wholly trusted me to watch my younger brother.
Being rebellious young kids, we were up till' 10 PM (yeah, 10, waaaay past our bedtimes) playing N64, and I tell my little brother to go to bed. He hesitates at first, then obliges, and I hear him go off to sleep. Now I'm thinking, YEAAAAA house to myself!, and I'm up for another 1 1/2 hours playing mario 64.
Mind you, all the lights in the house, save the TV screen in the living room were off, so it was pretty dark. To add to this, it was winter in ALASKA, so it was pitch black outside, and my parent's cars were gone. I get tired, and start to head to bed when I notice a figure staring through my window.
It's completely black in my house, so I'm thinking that "thing" couldn't see me, but I could definitely make out his outline, hood and all. My first instinct is to freeze, I'm terrified, and home alone, so I SPRINT to my little brother and yell at him to wake up. He wakes up, confused/mad I did such a thing, and I frantically begin turning on all the lights in the house.
Being such a "mama's boy" at that age, I was too scared to call the police, as I thought I would get in trouble if I did, so I immediately called my mom... who didn't answer. By this time, that figure KICKED/POUNDED on my front door, all the while I'm screaming, trying clearly to lose it.
A little while later, everything was quiet and the phone rings, my mom had called back, wondering why I was up so late. I told her about some man trying to break in, and she goes crazy for me clearly calling the police. She has my Dad call while I'm on the line with her, and no more than five minutes later, the police arrive. I lived in a small town, so I knew the police fairly well by now, and when I opened the door to greet them, I noticed the BIGGEST boot prints I've ever seen ingrained on the door. I still have the hairs on the back of my neck shoot up when I think about them.
They never found the guy who did it, and one of the dispatchers for the police station ended up staying the night with us. (she was a family friend, and was getting off work).
