Speaker 1: Sometime last year, I was hold up in my house
for a whole day and night. My city had a
huge storm come through that put everyone on lockdown inside
for almost an entire twenty four hours. Houses and roads
were flooding, and on the news there were even reports
of wind damaging windows and ripping roof panels off of homes.
I was alone at the time, spending the day on
my phone, keeping up with the news and just listening
to the chaos going on outside. Around five or six,
the power started flickering, turning off for just a few moments,
then turning back on. Then, maybe just an hour after
this had started, the power fully shut off. I waited
for a few minutes, expecting it to come back on,
but after a while I realized it probably wasn't going
to come back until after the storm was over. I
sat on the couch and started scrolling through the news
again on my phone for any updates, until there was
a heavy knock on the front door. It scared me
being so loud in the midst of such a crazy storm,
but also because I was not expecting anyone to be
outside in this weather. I stayed where I was for
a minute, debating whether to even see who it was.
But then the thought rolled through my mind that maybe
it was just a neighbor needing help or wanting to
ask if my power was out too. It was still
absurd for anyone to be outside, but I went up
to the door and looked out the people. Nobody was there.
Perhaps I had waited too long to check, but looking out,
a really unnerving feeling came over me. I went back
to the living room and opened a window, letting the
minimal amount of light in from outside. I didn't have
any way to charge my phone, and I didn't have
a flashlight, so I kind of just sat there and
stared out the window. Then, out of the blue, I
swear I heard a voice outside. I swung my head
around behind me, looking toward where I thought i'd heard
it from, but of course I couldn't hear it anymore.
I waited again, but figured it had to have just
been the wind making strange noises, so I turned back around.
Almost right on cue, though I heard it again, just
a quick few words, like someone was talking to someone else.
I got up and went to a nearby window, looking out.
It was so dark and rainy, there was nothing really
for me to see. Still, I stared out into the rain,
and a sudden flicker of lightning lit up the area
for a second, and in that second I made out
a figure not far from my house. I had no
way to know what he was doing, or really anything
at all. I just saw a figure for a split second,
and now that it was dark again, I couldn't see anything.
Getting more unnerved, I closed up the windows and decided
to go upstairs to the bedroom. Despite this, I was
still nervous about the knocking and the guy I saw
standing out in the middle of such a brutal storm.
It was hard not to wonder what they were doing
or who they were talking to. Hours went by with
nothing more happening, just the sounds of the storm outside
as I sat in the room. Then, just when I
had started to forget about it all, a sudden sound
faintly echoed from downstairs. It was a door opening. I
could feel my face go pale as I tried to listen,
but it almost felt like the storm had grown louder,
and I knew there would be no way I could
hear any footsteps at all. I just had to sit
there in my own thoughts and wait, horrified in the small,
barely lit bedroom. A minute passed, and then another, and
eventually I got the courage to call nine one one,
though I knew it'd be a long time for them
to arrive. From the time I heard the door open
to the time the police showed up, it had been
over thirty minutes, and yet there were no other sounds,
and nobody ever came up to the room I was in.
All the cops found was an open front door in
wet shoe prints inside the house. There were no indications
of any intent after entering my home. It almost seemed
like they broke in, looked around for a minute, then
just left. To this day, there's been no answers to
the events of that night. This was almost five years
ago from today. At the time, I was living in
a small, one bedroom apartment when my parents bought a
new house about an hour from the city I lived in.
It was a really nice, way too big, countryside home
with a ton of land, but due to their work
schedules and just how complicated moving long distance was, they
had to ship all of their stuff and have movers
drop it off about a week before they would get there.
To help out, I offered to houseit during that in
between time and make sure the move was all good.
I got to the house on Saturday morning, greeting the
movers and letting them haul everything inside, and they finished
by sundown. All the stuff was piled in the corner
of the rooms, with really just the couch set up
for me to chill on. Seeing the house with everything inside, though,
really put into perspective how large the place was. I mean,
to me, at least, it felt like a mansion, huge wide,
open rooms with long empty hallways without anything else set up.
It was kind of unsettling. After eating some left over
dinner that I brought with, I decided to check out
the back yard. It had a large patio with a
fire pit built in, and had a bunch of random
outdoor furniture scattered along the side of the house. I
grabbed a small lawn chair and put it by the
fire pit, then sat back and relaxed. The night was
a little breezy, especially way out in the middle of
the open fields, but it was really quiet and peaceful.
It was probably around eleven and I was out there
for at least an hour or so, when just out
of nowhere, a man appeared in the distance. He was
walking way out in the field. I looked to where
he came from and saw nothing but open land. Then
I looked toward where he was heading and saw the
same thing. I watched this man walk all the way
down until the fog covered him up, but the whole
time I had no clue what he was doing out there.
Several minutes went by as I looked out into the fog,
still just thinking about this man, when again he emerged
from the dark, this time walking the way he had
come before. He was slightly closer this time, well enough
to where it was a little uncomforting. I ended up
going back inside, not wanting to be seen. I stayed
in for an hour, mostly scrolling on my phone, but
also checking the windows a couple of times and not
seeing anything of concern. Around twelve thirty, I grabbed a
blanket from one of the boxes and passed it on
the couch, laying down and falling asleep in the middle
of the living room. When I woke up, something immediately
felt off. I was confused and uneasy, opening my eyes
and trying to figure out why I'd woken up and
why I felt like this. The whole house was dark,
and silent, and the shadows of the random stacked up
boxes made it difficult to see. But only a moment
after looking around, a bright glare shined into the room.
Squinted from the brightness as the light moved around the room,
then suddenly shifted away. Opening my eyes again, I saw
another small glare moving outside the front window. Then it
suddenly shifted again, coming through the window, lighting up the
whole living room and directly shining into my eyes. By
the time my eyes adjusted, the light was gone and
the window had nothing behind it. I got up and
picked up my phone as I went up to the
window and tried to see who was out there, but
they were long gone, having turned their light off and
faded out into the foggy night. I don't know who
was out there or what they wanted. What I'd say
my best guess is that they had seen the movers
and were trying to rob the place, whatever it was.
Though I think I got lucky because if I hadn't
woken up from the light, it's likely I would have
had to find out their intentions the hard way. It
was just a regular Friday night after getting out of
a long closing shift at work, I made a quick
microwave meal, then hopped online with some of my buddies
and started gaming. I had an energy drink and some
snacks and was ready to stay up late and enjoy
the night. We gamed for a while. I never even
checked the time, but at some point there was a knock.
At first, I just told my friends to hold on
as I took my headset off and stood up. But
when I turned around from my desk, I realized how
dark it was inside and outside, seeing only the light
from my computer. I stood there, understanding now how completely
out of the norm it was for someone to be
at my this late into the night. And that's when
I saw a man looking at me through the window.
I froze when I saw him, feeling my stomach drop
out of the eeriness of him staring at me. Then
the man yelled through the glass, asking me a question,
but I was too out of it to understand him
what I said. Walking closer to the window, the man
repeated himself, asking me if I was someone he knew
named Jake or Jack or something. I didn't catch the name,
but it definitely wasn't me. I shook my head no,
and the man said nothing as he walked away from
the window and disappeared past my front yard. Being a
bit shaken, I immediately shut the blinds, then went back
to the computer and told my friends about what just happened.
They all didn't even believe me at first, but I
think they heard the shakiness of my voice as they
I started asking a lot of questions, which only made
me even more creeped out. I took their advice, going
around and making sure all the doors were locked, then
also locking the windows, which I'd never even bothered to
do before. Then they assured me everything was okay, and
we got back what we were doing. A couple hours passed,
and honestly, I'd completely forgotten about what had happened. I
think I assumed that if they were to do something,
it would have been right after he'd shown up. But
then a loud knock from behind me almost shook me
off my chair. This time it was definitely from the
front door. I told my friends, whispering into the headset.
They said to see who it was and just call
the cops. Doing as they said, I quietly walked over
to the door and looked out onto the porch. It
was him again. Standing there and waiting for me to answer.
I watched for a minute, and oddly he kept looking
to his right, as if he were looking at something
or someone. I backed away and got my phone, calling
the cops and whispering to them what was going on.
Another knock came as I made my way back to
the door and looked out, seeing the man looking off
to the side again. Then he made a small gesture
with his hand before knocking one more time. But the
night was quiet enough for me to hear someone else's
footsteps moving around to the side of the house. I
followed the sound with my eyes until it stopped right
under one of the windows. I saw the glass shift
up slightly before getting stuck on the lock and falling
back down. They tried again, but the window didn't give in.
After this, there was probably a whole minute that went
by where I didn't hear anything. I just stood there
and listened to the operator, updating me on the arrival
of the officer. As I stared at the window, a loud,
dull sound came from outside the window, like something being
wedged into the wood. I could see the entire frame
around the glass moving As I backed away and tried
to think of what to do, but suddenly a set
of footsteps ran from the front door to the side window,
followed by both of them running away. Only a moment
later I saw the flashing red and blue lights coming
through the windows. As for what happened afterwards, there wasn't much.
Police had nothing to really go off of. I gave
them a detailed description of one of the men, but
that just wasn't enough. However, it's been over a year
since that night and there's been no signs of them
having ever come back.