People Describe Creepy Things That Happened While Alone

I was home alone. The doorbell rang.I heard the doorbell ring.I opened the door. A man stood there holding a big square bag. He talked about being an artist and opening a gallery soon. He wanted to sell a few paintings cheap to get attention. I am Canadian and polite, so I just nodded. I let him open the bag and show me the paintings.

They were nice. Some landscapes, some portraits... then the nudes started.

This went past nude art. The first painting was fine. The second one looked more real, showing a messed-up orgy. Then it showed bestiality and gore. It got really intense and awful.

The man just stood there, flipping through the canvases and grinning. He took a small step toward me. I blurted out I lacked money. I slammed the door.

I checked a few minutes later. He was still there. I shouted from a window that I would call the police, and he left.

I got up around 2 am. I don't recall the exact time.It was past midnight..

I saw a figure in the hallway, a silhouette. I could not see the face, but I swore it looked at me.

I went back to my room. I took a breath. I went out again. It was still there. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I looked back—it was gone.

I went to the washroom because I felt like I would urinate. When I came out to return to my room, the figure was in front of my room, looking at me.

I closed my eyes and opened them. It was gone.

""When I was a teenager,I lived in my father's basement.He traveled for business often. I was alone in the house for up to a week.

One spring evening, I watched TV alone around 2 am. I heard two sets of footsteps outside through the open windows. They walked from the front yard, around the side, and into the backyard. They stopped there. Then I realized I could not look outside because all my lights were on, but from outside, they could see me.

I panicked. I shut off my TV and lights. Now I was alone in my basement. No lights. I thought two prowlers sat on my back deck.

I don't know how long I stayed frozen in the dark. After I heard no more sounds for a while, I quietly crept upstairs to see my backyard better.

Thankfully, all the upstairs lights were off. But the bushes and patio umbrella set up created big blind spots where the footsteps seemed to stop.

I considered calling 911. My father would find out. I knew I would stay with my aunt when he left the state. I stared at that deck, waiting for movement for ten minutes. Then, I started telling myself my mind was playing tricks.

I decided to investigate outside. I grabbed an old shepherd's axe, my closest weapon. I went out the front door and crept around the side of my house, hiding behind a bush.

I found the nerve to swing the axe into the bush and yell, "Hey!" Nothing happened. No one was there. I would have laughed, even if it was embarrassed, when I saw I was just being paranoid.

Instead, I heard deck chairs scrape on wood. Two sets of human footsteps ran away in the opposite direction.

My heart stopped. The adrenaline made me feel like I blacked out for a second. I ran back around the side of my house, the way I came! I had no time to think.

I reached my front door. I swung it open, rushed in, slammed it shut. I stood there in the dark, breathing hard. I stared into the street, waiting for someone to leave the property, but no one appeared. I realized then I was not safe inside my house.

I ran out the front door into the street, where I could scream if I saw anyone. I should have called the police by now, but I was not thinking straight.

I faced my house. I still saw no one, so I looked left down the street. Nothing. Then I looked right.

Two men walked away from me, a block and a half down the street. As soon as I spotted them, they turned left at the T junction onto the main road and vanished.

Somehow, I chased after them. When I turned that corner, no one was there. They should have been within a half-block if they were just walking. They must have had a car waiting.

I was ten. My mom went shopping. I stayed home.sitting room watching television.before I decided I wanted a drink and went to the kitchen.

From the kitchen door, I saw a tall, thin man outside my back door. I saw the doorknob turn. He put his hand through the cat flap but could not reach the door. He waited a few minutes, so I took the key from the back door and put it on the kitchen table.

"One day while doing my laundry, one of the..."lights blew out in my basement.My basement has a wall and a door splitting the laundry room from the rest of the basement. To get upstairs, you must leave the laundry room and go through the other part of the basement.

Only one side had light, so it was very dark. I finished the laundry while dreading the walk through the dark basement.

I left the laundry room. I reached the middle of the basement. Then, I heard a loud cackle. People make that sound when they imitate a witch. Imagine that witch smoked for fifty years. That made her voice deeper and hoarser.

I heard that sound, clear as day, right behind me.

I did not look or pause. I ran for the stairs. I waited until my father returned and then changed the light bulb.

My mom has mine and my siblings' framedSenior pictures sit on a shelf.As the middle child, my picture was behind the other two.

My family left for a trip, but I stayed to work. A few hours after they left, a smashing sound occurred.

I was house sitting for my parents, who live in theThe house sitter found a large, hairy creature on the back porch. It was in the middle of nowhere.The closest neighbor is about a mile away. My parents took their dogs to the beach, so the house felt eerie and silent. The quiet meant you could not turn off the TV; you faced only the sound of your breath and footsteps.

On a pitch-black night with no moon, I stepped onto the back porch for a quick smoke before bed. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I took a cigarette from the pack and fumbled for my lighter. Flicking the wheel, the small flame briefly lit my surroundings. In that instant of light, I saw I was not alone.

In the few seconds it took my brain to process the dim light, I saw a massive, brown-haired, four-legged beast eating from a dog's bowl by the steps leading into the house. The beast was huge—twice my size, at least. It was covered in dirty brown, human-like hair from front to back. I did not see its head, but the torso showed it was something I had never seen in the wild.

Standing there in fear from what was standing just three feet away, unseen in the night's blackness, it let out a deep, guttural grunt. It then ran into the woods, shaking the porch as it fled, leaving me scared and shaking in the dark with an unlit cigarette hanging from my mouth.

I ran inside. I turned on every light and hid in the most interior room, like any grown man would. My brain could not figure out what it was, but my imagination filled in the blanks with whatever scary beast could be lurking near my parents' back door in the woods, waiting to eat me.

I was in middle school, and my parents were gone. I put in a new CD I had not heard. I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to someone loudly whispering, "There's someone in your house," over and over.

II remember it from awhile back. The boy found his missing toy reappear after leaving the room.Around age 11 or 12, I searched for my Nintendo DS. I checked under my bed, behind my pillows, on my shelves, in wardrobes, and inside my bed cover. I pulled off my white bed covers, which stood out against my black DS.

I searched everywhere.

I felt annoyed and said aloud, "Ugh, I can't believe I've lost it again".

I went to the toilet fast. I took under sixty seconds.

"I woke up aroundI used the restroom from two am.I looked down the hallway and saw a figure in my kitchen. I looked away then looked back; it vanished.

"MyMy dad loves to whistle(something I do a lot, too). I often know it when he gets home because he usually enters the house whistling.

I was alone in my room. I cannot recall where my family members were, but I knew I waited for my dad to return from work first. I worked on the computer, and I heard whistling in the living room. I figured I just missed the door opening. The whistling kept up, and after some time, I got up to say hello.

Yeah...no one there. The door was locked; the gate was locked.

"When I was a young kid,"I was home alone.My mom took my sister to school while I was there.

After about 15 minutes, I heard the front unlock, the door open, and footsteps. They went into the kitchen, but the steps were slow and heavy. I thought it was my mom, but it sounded odd for her; normally, she calls out when she returns, and she is slim. This sounded like a big man with boots on.

I called out, and the footsteps stopped. Total silence. I panicked and grabbed our dog from outside, hiding in a corner.

A short time later, my mom arrived home. I told her about it and that I did not hear them leave. Still, the door remained locked. The windows were locked, and no one entered; not even a shoe mark on the carpet.

"I live in a slightly rural spot."

One night, after midnight, Iheard banging on my door. I thought it was my boyfriend trying to get sex (since he often does that).

When I reached the door, I saw through the small glass window. Instead of my boyfriend, I saw the side of an unfamiliar bearded face. He did not see me, so I backed away from the door.

My house had a cellular "dead zone," so I knew my cell service was useless. I grabbed the landline by my bed to call 911, but the line was dead. It was like a horror movie where the killer cuts the phone line.

Meanwhile, the man kept pounding and slurring, "Let me in!"

I grabbed the biggest chef knife I own, which is very large, and locked myself in the bathroom. I stood on the tub edge behind the shower curtain, planning to jump on him from above and stab him between the neck and shoulder when he tried to break down the door. I was terrified, but also happy with my plan, so I waited.

He worked around the outside of the house. I heard him slide his hands on the siding and hit the walls with his fists. For a second, I enjoyed my smart plan. Then I saw the "sabotaged" phone had not charged for days. Perhaps another phone worked?

I felt extreme fear climbing down from cover. I unlocked the bathroom door and searched for a second phone. A madman moved outside my house, violently trying to unlock every door and window.

I found a phone. It worked. I called 911. The nearest officer took over fifteen minutes to arrive. They told me to stay on the line. I locked myself in the bathroom again. That fifteen minutes was the longest in my life.

Police arrived. They had me identify a cuffed, scruffy, drunk, dirty hippie kid. Apparently, a party was nearby. He got confused and thought my house was his friend's.

"When I was nineteen,my parents and brother left for the weekend. I stayed. I had a rough night and drank a lot. I did a "Britney Spears move" and cut my long hair off, thinking I could "reinvent myself" because I moved to university the next week.I stayed behind for the weekend. I had a rough night and drank heavily. I pulled a "Britney Spears move" and cut off all my long hair. I thought I would "reinvent myself" because I moved to university the next week.

I walked around my house naked, thinking I was alone. But when I opened my room door, a guy with hair covering his face stood in the middle, grinning at me!

I panicked and screamed. This is what a naked 19-year-old girl does when she meets an unexpected stranger in her empty house at 2:30 am, until I recognized him.

I freaked out. I screamed bloody murder. This happened because a naked nineteen-year-old girl met an unexpected stranger in her empty house at 2:30 am. Then, I recognized him.

He gave me some clothes from my bed. We talked until he finally left.

"I have the

Sleep Talk Recorder appThe app records sounds. When you wake up, you get sound clips, eight to twenty seconds long. Usually, these clips are me rolling around in my sleep.The phone records sounds only. It captures eight to twenty-second clips when it hears noise. You get these clips when you wake up. Usually, these clips show me rolling around in my sleep.

One night, I was home alone. My parents were gone. My brother was at a friend's house. I woke up and listened to the recordings. I heard, "Mmm... one, two," with what sounded like a German accent.