This is a true story that happened to me about 10 years ago, when I was in the 9th grade.
It was Christmas Eve and I was home alone. My mom and stepdad were out at a Christmas party and my brother was out somewhere with his friends. It was around midnight and I was in my bedroom talking on the phone with my girlfriend at the time. We must have been talking for hours. We finally decided to say goodnight and hang up. I was having a hard falling asleep time like I always do.
Some time passes by, I don’t know how long, and I begin hear footsteps in the hallway right outside my room. I didn’t think anything strange about it at the time. I thought it was either my mom and stepdad,or my brother.
I remember I had my bedroom door shut because it was really cold this night. Suddenly, I start to hear footsteps approaching my door and I hear the door open and i feel something enter the room. But, I still didn’t think anything strange about this; I thought it was my brother since we used to sleep in the same room.
I had always liked sleeping with my back facing the door; I always felt safer like that for some reason. So, my “brother” walks in and I could feel him standing right behind me. I was waiting for him to lay down on his bed and go to sleep but instead he just stood there staring at me. Now, I’m thinking “this guy is freakin drunk or high.” But I still think its my brother.
I was starting to get frustrated and I start to think “what’ the hell’s up with this guy?” I uncover myself and turn around but when I looked, nobody was there. I saw the door wide open even though I knew for a fact that I had closed it. When i realized that there nobody, I felt a really intense feeling of someone or something inside the room with me. I could feel it just staring at me.
I get scared. I could feel goosebumps all around me, chills running up and down my spine and that intense feeling of something looking at me. I grabbed my blanket and covered myself head to toe and turn back around and shut my eyes tight. There was nothing else i could do. I don’t know how long I stay there but all the while I could still feel whatever it was staring at me.
Eventually, I got mad. I threw the blanket off of me, turned around to face the presence and I got up. I rushed to the light and turned it on, along with all the other lights in the house. Eventually, the feeling of being watched faded away and i felt like it had left. I managed to calm down and after some time, i went back to sleep.
That was the freakiest thing that has happened to me in my own home. I’ve had other experiences in my home since then but not as scary.