It was 10pm when it all started. I was sitting on my couch looking through one of the magazines that I had ordered in the mail the week before. I was really into things about murder and horror. I had been reading for about 20 minutes before I closed the magazine. Laying back on my couch my eyes trickled to the window. Outside my house it was pitch black, the only light at all was the outside glimmer of the street lamp, which barely illuminated the sidewalk. That's when I saw him. In that moment, it felt like any and all the comfort and relaxation in my body vanished. Focusing my vision, I could make out what seemed to be a dark figure standing in the dim street light. I walked over to my window to get a better view. I stared into the blackness of the street, staring at the same spot where I thought I saw the figure. Looking into the street, I became confused. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me? Or maybe I was just really tired.? I was so sure I saw someone or something outside, but I just dismissed it as an illusion that my mind created after reading all the short horror stories earlier. Still creeped out I decided to leave my downstairs lights on while I slept. I locked my windows and doors and closed all my curtains. I switched my kitchen light on and grabbed the flour from the cabinet, then I switched the living room lights on and started to sprinkle flour in front of my basement door and my back door. After that I treaded upstairs. The time was about 10:30pm and I had left my hallway light on as well as the lamp in my bedroom. I closed my door and climbed into bed. I slept for what seemed to be 5 hours before I was just woken up. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. The light in my room was still on. I was very confused as to why I had woken up randomly at 3:30. I decided that since I was already awake, to might as well go and check everything in my house. I opened my bedroom door, and the hallway light was still on. I felt relieved and walked downstairs. I turned the corner and all the relief left my body. My kitchen light was off. My whole body seemed to be frozen in time. I tried thinking of reasons why my kitchen light was off, and after a few minutes, came to the conclusion that my lights may have short circuited. I tried turning on the lights and they didn't work. That added to my thought that they just went out due to faulty wiring. I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. I walked into my kitchen slowly making my way to the basement door. I went to go open the door to the basement but stopped dead in my tracks. Slowly looking down I tilted my phone down to the floor. The flour in front of my basement door had been disturbed. There was flour scattered all over the floor and another blackish brown substance. I bent down and picked up the weird substance on the floor. Bringing it close to my face, studying it. It took 5 seconds before I threw it down and was taken back in horror. The substance on my kitchen floor was human hair. Looking around I pointed my phone at the floor looking around my kitchen. There were piles of hair all around my kitchen. Enough to complete a full head of hair. I backed away out of my kitchen and made my way over to my home phone which was in the living room. I picked up the phone and dialed 911. The operator picked up the phone and started asking about my problem, I started explaining the situation when the phone call dropped. Then 10 seconds after the call dropped my living room light shut off, stranding me in complete darkness. The only light came from my phone flashlight. I was debating running out of my house and to the neighbors. I grabbed my phone and stood up. As soon as I stood up, I heard the basement door slowly creak open, the sound the door made filled my house. I ducked behind one of my couches and turned off my flashlight. I peaked just around my couch looking out into the kitchen. I could faintly see the intruder in the blackness of my kitchen. It was skinny, maybe the same height as a high schooler. The intruder stood completely still in the middle of my kitchen. Then it bent over and went bipedal. It started walking through my kitchen on all fours. It entered my living room and I could hear it slowly crawling around. It felt like an eternity of me sitting and waiting, holding in my scream as this intruder walked around my living room. As soon as I was certain that it left the room, I sprinted up to my room. I wasn't worried about how much sound I was making, I just wanted to get to my room. I got into my room and locked the door. I made my way to the other side of my room and opened my closet, I dove in and shut the door. My closet was made with little blinds, so I could see through into my room.
To be continued soon
