I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange sound. It was around three in the morning and my grandparents' house was pitch black and it was all quiet but then I started to hear a stomping sound. I sat up and looked around and I couldn't see anything. I thought it was just one of my aunts' cats, so I went back to bed.
Then all of a sudden, I heard those stupid steps again and I woke up quietly and looked around. This time I could barely make out a person. Again, I thought to myself "whatever, it must be my Aunt" and I went back to sleep. Again, to my surprise I heard the steps, but this time I heard drawers opening and closing.
This time I was worried but still was not scared I knew all the places and all the codes to get the weapons out of the drawers. I looked at the drawer next to me where the gun was, and I sat up for the last time. My dad always told me not to shoot unless I meant to kill. I sat up and just looked at it. The steps became louder and I looked up and saw someone standing in the doorway staring at me.
I didn't scream or say anything. For some reason I just stared at it. I felt its cold shadow loom over me as I sat there wide-eyed. There was no light or anything, but for some reason I made out their body and their eyes glinting in the dark. The next morning, I said absolutely nothing and never spoke of it.
The next day should have been exciting for me, but I was thinking about the shadow the whole time. I was very unsure of myself that I saw someone because a few weeks before I got hit in the head with a baseball bat. I didn't know if I was hallucinating or if it was real, but I didn't talk about it. On the way there, my grandma said that she heard footsteps the other night. I said I did as well. So, we talked about it for a few minutes and then went into the theatre to watch the movie.
After we came out, we drove home talking about how good the movie was. When we got inside my grandparents' house, we immediately asked my aunt if she was the one who was staring at me. She said she was never up, but she did say that whatever or whoever was in our house that night was trying to open the door to her bedroom. We never found out if anybody broke in because nothing was stolen. We never called the cops or did anything. My grandma did find out that around that same time the house next door was robbed. That night we also left the garage open.
They told my parents about the whole thing when I came home, but I never told them about the brain damage that I could've gotten from the baseball bat. We had already gone to the hospital and they said I didn't receive any damage, but I'm not so sure. I always wondered what it was like to have brain damage, but I never wanted to have it. I was always scared to have brain damage for some reason.
12 years later
Ever since that day I have feared the dark because of it. I have had a lot of other incidents like that, but it was hallucination. Now even today I feel like I am watched by someone who isn't supposed to be watching me. That incident changed me since then. I have always been fearful and scared of the dark. Now I hate being outside at dark because I always feel like someone is there watching me. I never feel safe even in my own home now. I'm a lot more aware of people than how I was before. I always feel vulnerable no matter what. I hardly ever sleep at night and wake up the next day tired. I never tell my parents though because they would start to worry. I think I will be fine, but I hallucinate and see strange things.
Ever since I was little, I had dreams about something and then all the sudden I would be in that moment that I had dreamed about. Anyway, yesterday I was sleeping in the middle of the night and I heard my closet door open. I tried to ignore the footsteps and the sound of it hiding under my bed. "Why are you doing this to me?!" I said a little loudly. Someone shushed me, and I saw the outline of a hand with claws crawl up at the foot of my bed.
