This is probably the MOST scary story because it actually happened.
TO ME.
Well, really it happened to me and my sister. Becky, if you’re reading this….it’s time to tell people what happened that night long long ago.
It was our first babysitting experience. Ever. Becky was 8…I was 10. Mom and Dad were taking our oldest sister Tara(12) to a girls camp with our church. They would be gone 1, maybe 2 hours at the most. Our littlest sisters, Jessica (3) and Candra(1), were fast asleep in their beds. All we had to do was sit there and not let the house catch on fire. Still, we were scared out of our wits. Not because we were too young to babysit, but because we were total wimps and scared of every single sound in that house.
So, off my parents go to take our sister and Becky and I settle down in Mom & Dad’s room to watch TV.
(Let me just preface this with the fact that our neighborhood was perfectly safe with lots of young families. We practically didn’t need to lock our doors, it was that safe.)
About 30 min. after my parents left, we heard a pounding at the door followed by the doorbell ringing a couple times. I went to the door and ALMOST opened it. But then I got this sick feeling inside and I instead locked the deadbolt. I looked through the peephole and saw 3 guys screaming and yelling to let them in. Becky and I started crying and I turned off all the lights and we ran back to my parents room. I ran to the phone, lifted to my ear and…
IT WAS DEAD!!!!!
NO DIALTONE!
All of the sudden it became very quiet. No yelling or pounding. The blinds in my parents room were shut so I crawled over to the window, slowly opened a section of the blinds and…
What I saw was a man’s face, just staring, staring back at me. No smile, no expression, just staring.
I screamed and Becky and I did what any responsible babysitters would do.
We huddled together in the fetal position in my parent’s closet.
(Yeah, sorry about that Jess & Candra)
After a couple minutes we heard the front door open!
Then we heard my parents call out our names and we ran to them and between sobs and blubbering told them the story. I remember they kept telling us to calm down because they couldn’t understand what we were saying. My parents told us come with them outside because our neighbors were sitting out on their porch and we could ask them what they saw.
And guess what??
They said they didn’t see anything!
WHAT THE HECK!?
They said they had been on their porch ever since my parents left and never saw or heard anything.
I seriously felt like I was in a nightmare. These guys were so loud there was just NO WAY our neighbors couldn’t have heard them.
That story has freaking scared me my whole life. Who were those guys? What did they want? Why did my neighbors not see anything?
Pretty dang scary if you ask me.
We had a weird story when I was a kid. We were on a bike ride for my brothers birthday in a nearby city. There were bike trails all along the river. We had ridden from camp into town and ate ice cream then it started to STORM. Thunder, lightning, suddenly dark, the whole shmoe. So Mom, my brother and I stopped in a little information building, no doors type, to wait while my dad rode back to camp to get the car. We were there a while when a guy came jogging by, in the rain… He stopped to chat for a bit then continued on. It was a while after that we saw another man crossing the bridge in front of the information building. He got about halfway across when the jogger came back by and went and chatted with the man on the bridge. The man turned around and went back across the other way. The jogger came back our way and as he jogged by said “It’s safe now.” Never saw him or the other guy again.
That’s totally creepy!!
It was an angel! That is awesome! I once heard a pastor say that sometimes we have to thank God for what he keeps us from.
A similar thing happened to my mom and me when we were home alone one night…my dad and brother had gone to bible study. We had only been in the house a few days…it was around 6pm…there was knock at the door (we were in our jammies and didn’t answer…just sat still watching tv). Then there was a pounding and hammering and they wanted IN! I jumped up and ran to the phone and dialed 911, while my mom had just fallen to her knees praying. I was on the phone w/ the police as the door was broken down. The police arrive in about 2 minutes. The entire door and frame were knocked in…we didn’t see anyone come in our house and the police never saw anyone! I freaked out and had an adrenaline loss and started crying and couldn’t even focus on the cute policeman.
My dad was called at church and he came home w/ some friends and they repaired the door. He put a metal security door on after that. We’ve had that house over 20 years now and have never had one problem w/ break-ins or bad guys. Kind of weird.
We did find out the man who lived in our house previously was a drug user or dealer and probably owed someone some money. Luckily we’d repainted, put new carpet in and the door breakers realized he wasn’t there…just a praying mom and a 18 year old on the phone. Whew!
Wow that’s freaky!!
Creepy! Was the phone line still dead when your parents came home?
NO! It was back on line!!! Scary!
Oh my goodness! This is the stuff of horror movies…Hey, what WERE you watching on TV? 😉
Probably Barney and friends. Don’t judge me, it was the cool thing to watch back then. Actually, that show was pretty freaky, now it all makes sense why we were so scared, haha!
OMWord! That’s awful and so many worst nightmares all piled into one!