Speaker 1: Last year, my roommate moved out of the house we
had been renting together for the past four years. By then,
both of us had gotten better jobs and we're getting
paid more, and the house we had wasn't the best,
so it was only a matter of time before one
of us moved out to get their own place. After
he moved, though, I was able to use more of
the space in the house and actually just decided to
stay there for another year or two. This happened during
this time in early December. Our area was going through
a week of some pretty bad snowstorms, and the office
I worked at allowed us to work from home for
a few days if we wanted to. Obviously, I chose
to take the offer. I used my old roommate's bedroom
as an office and worked throughout the day. But at
one point while I was working, there was a knock
at the front door. I left the room and checked
who it was. There was a man on the porch
in a heavy winter jacket. He didn't seem to be
a worker or delivery person of any kind, just some
regular guy. I opened the door, getting hit by a
rush of snow and wind. How can I help you?
The man smiled, and apologized for interrupting my day, then
explained his situation. He said his car got stuck in
the snow right on the side of the road next
to my house, and he didn't have a phone on him,
so he asked if he could borrow mine. Obviously skeptical,
I told him to give me a minute. Then I
closed the door and went to the other side of
the house. I looked out the window at the road
he was supposedly stuck on. There was a small suv
that looked like it had actually slid into the curb
and gotten stuck in the snow bank. Now that I
was pretty sure he wasn't lying, I grabbed a jacket
and put on some shoes, then went back to the
front door. I was still a bit skeptical, but I
stood on the porch with him as he used my
phone to call his brother, just so that if he
did try to run with my phone or anything, I
could chase after him or prevent him from leaving. After
a quick call, though, the man handed my phone back
and thanked me, then walked away. I went inside and
checked the window, seeing the man getting in his car.
Thinking everything was settled now, I went back to the
office and started working again. Around seven, I felt like
I'd done enough for the day and took the rest
of the night off. It was then that I remembered
about the man in his car and went to check
on it. But I was surprised to see that the
car was still there and I could see the man
moving around inside. It had been almost three hours by then,
which made me wonder how he was still there. Maybe
he was waiting for his brother to get off of
work and pick him up. I didn't know, but I
went to the kitchen and made some dinner, then sat
on the couch to watch TV. I stayed up until
about nine thirty, then went upstairs to shower and get
ready for bed. I turned the water on and got
in the shower, but a few minutes in there was
an abrupt and sudden banging on the front door. It
was loud and harsh, completely jump scaring me and putting
me in a fear induced frozen state for a moment.
The banging was so loud it was shaking the walls
and even across the entire house. I could hear that
it was coming from the front door. They were hitting
it non stop, and I could even hear them aggressively
shaking the door handle. It was such a sudden burst
of chaos that it was hard for me to know
what to do. I turned off the shower and quickly
got dropped. But as I left my room and walked
down the upstairs hallway, everything stopped. It was just silent,
no more sounds at all. I stopped in place, hearing
only the wind from outside and feeling the eeriness set in.
Before I slowly walked downstairs and up to the front door,
nobody was there anymore. I quickly ran to the window,
seeing that the car was still there, but the man
was not inside of it. Not knowing what to make
of any of it, I called the police. When they came,
they noticed multiple sets of shoe prints in the snow,
but they were covered up by the storm. Soon after.
They took the license plate of the car, though, and
found the picture of the owner, and from what I
could tell, it was the same guy that I'd helped
on my porch in the following days. They waited for
him to turn but as far as I know, he
never did. It's really disturbing to think about what could
have happened that night right outside my door. Was it
that same man desperately trying to get in for some reason,
or someone else with a more malicious intent. It seems
most think that it was the man running from someone
and trying to get help, but what happened afterwards is
still up for debate. Nothing is really known about that night.
Where the man is now and what he was running
from are just a few questions on a long list
that will probably never be answered. It was January and
I was renting out a winter cabin that was by
an ice fishing lake. It was a very small, barebones
cabin with only the essentials, and was only there for
people like me who liked going out to the lake
for fishing or ice fishing. I'd usually bring a friend
along with me, but sometimes I went by myself and
never had any issues with it. I had planned out
three days there with no other real plans in mind
except sitting out by the lake and fishing. On the
first day, when I got there, I set up my
things in the cabin and made myself at home, brewing
some hot coffee and relaxing by the fireplace for most
of the afternoon. This cabin was only a single room,
so the bed fireplace and everything else was all in
one area. Anyway, I fell asleep early and woke up
at seven am to go out to the lake. It
was about a ten minute walk from the cabin down
a short forested path that was entirely covered in snow.
Once I reached the lake, I found a good spot
and got my things situated, drilled into the ice, and
started fishing. I find it to be really stress releasing
to just sit there and fish, though I do know
a lot of people find it to be boring. I
stayed on the lake for several hours, probably three or four,
then packed my things. As the snow was starting to
pick up and the wind was getting heavier, I walked
off the lake and back onto the path, but immediately
noticed a set of footprints in the snow going alongside
mine from earlier. They went right up to the edge
of the lake I was at. Then turned around and
went back down the path toward the cabin. Feeling a
little uneasy that someone was out here and had been
right behind me, maybe watching me, I chose to follow
the prince and see where they led. They mostly went
along with the path, going right back to the cabin,
but in instead of going up to the cabin, they
veered off into the woods. As far as I could see,
they continued in a straight line, going through the trees.
Even More confused and slightly nervous, I went back inside
the cabin and warmed up by the fireplace. There was
nothing else out here for miles from what I was
aware of, so anyone being out here was just odd,
especially in the winter. I made food and stayed in
the cabin for the rest of the night, keeping the
fireplace running and mostly just reading. But about an hour
after sunset, I heard movement outside, a very light crunching
in the snow, but in the recognizable pattern of someone walking.
I moved over to the window and looked instantly, seeing
a figure out by the trees, walking toward the path.
They were wearing thick clothing covering every part of them,
making it hard to get any details on what they
looked like. Once they got to the path, though, they
turned and started coming right for the cabin. I ducked
my head down, now just listening to the footsteps, getting
closer and closer until they were right up to the wall.
The footsteps moved to the side, coming right up to
the window I was hiding under their shadow moved around
like they were peering inside the cabin, but then they stopped.
I tilted my head up, seeing their eyes staring right
back at me. I jumped away, now standing a few
feet from the window, as the person quickly tried to
lift it open. I ran and grabbed a nearby knife,
but after a few more attempts sat opening the window,
the person ran off. I watched their figure disappear into
the snow. We woulds going in the same direction i'd
seen them come from. After that, I packed up and
ran for my car, leaving the area only a few
minutes later. I don't know who they were or what
they wanted, but they knew I was staying there after
seeing me at the lake, and willingly came back in
the middle of the night to try and break in
through the window, so they definitely had something horrible in mind.
Luckily I got out unharmed, but I have a feeling
that that night was close to being my last. This
happened in January of twenty twenty, when I was eighteen.
Over winter break, I had signed up for door dash
since a couple of my friends were also doing it.
I didn't really need the money, as I was in
high school and still living with my parents, but it
was more to just have something to do, and as
a kid, a couple hundred bucks a week was pretty nice.
My first few nights went smoothly. I got the hang
of it after the first three or four orders, and
after that it was all just the same sort of
work cycle. During my second week, I started working more, though,
getting excited about making money for the first time and
trying to make as much as I could. My friends
were doing the same and had mentioned that on days
with bad weather you'd usually make even more. So on
the one night when snow started coming down, I chose
to hit the road and do some deliveries. For the
first hour, I was facetiming one of my friends as
we were both driving around, but he stopped and went
home around eight. It was Saturday, so I could stay
out as late as I wanted, but by ten I
was getting a little bored. I took up one more order.
I got the bag and drove to the neighborhood it
was in. This was just some regular street with very
average houses. By now, the snow had covered up everything, though,
which made it both hard to drive and hard to see.
The numbers on the houses. I slowly made my way
down the street until finally finding the right address. It
was a two story, typical looking suburban home that still
had Christmas lights hanging on the trees outside. I parked
and put my hazards on, then got out. I double
checked that the bag had everything as I walked up
the driveway, but as I approached the porch, I saw
that the front door was open, not all the way,
but enough to be strange. Considering it was snowing and cold,
I figured it was so I could leave the bag
inside the house rather than out in the snow. So
when I got up to the door, I pushed it
a little bit more open and slid the bag inside
the house. But just as I pulled my phone out
to take a picture for confirmation, I heard a woman's
voice yell from across the house. She asked if I
was the delivery person dropping off her order. It sounded
like a young woman, maybe even early twenties. Yeah, I
put it right here in your doorway, I said, not
expecting the conversation. The woman responded right away, saying I
could push the door open and bring the bag to her.
I knew it was strange to be asking me to
go inside their house, but I pushed the door open
just to see where they were. Past the entrance, there
was a long hallway that led to what I think
was the kitchen, and on the wall I could see
the clear shadow of the woman, who was presumably standing
right away around the corner. Oh, where do you want
me to bring it? There was a long moment before
the woman responded. She leaned half of her body around
the corner and showed herself at the end of the hallway,
telling me to just bring it over to her, and
gesturing with her hands for me to come in. But
as she went back around the corner and out of sight,
I realized that the shadow outline on the wall hadn't
moved with her. It was someone else's shadow, standing somewhere
by her around the corner. I stood there for a
second as I felt blood rushed through my body. Then
I quietly placed the bag down and took a few
steps back before turning and rushing away from the house.
I stumbled into my car and glanced back at the
house as I pulled away. In the front window, the
figure of a large man approached and watched as I left.
I stopped at a nearby gas station to catch my
breath and rethink everything that happened. It was pretty clear
by how everything played out that this was some kind
of setup, but I also knew the police would have
nothing but my word to go off of. I did
end up reporting it, but when they went to the
house to ask the woman about what happened, she denied
that anyone else was there and denied the officer's access
to search the home for anyone else. So, like I said,
the police were unable to do anything at the time.
What the woman and the man were trying to do
by getting me inside their house is unknown, and I
can only imagine that I wouldn't be here right now
if I had gone inside without thinking twice