True Story

This story is horrifyingly true. I wish I didn’t go through this but I did. Here it is.

I live out in the country, my nearest neighbor being about 10 minutes away. It was about 12:00 a.m and my parents were asleep. I had taken a dare from my friend James to stay up all night so I took it. I was sitting on my bed video chatting James when I heard a knock at my front door. I got up and looked out my window and seen someone in a black hoodie standing on my porch. I gasped when he looked up at me. His face was horribly burnt and scarred. He had a sick smile spread across his face. I shut my curtains and the knocking started up again, this time more violently.

“I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN UP,” I walked downstairs and heard the man shouting. “LET ME IN YOU LITTLE B***H!” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. “Don’t do that,” I had forgotten about James. “Call the cops and tell them my address” I hung up and put my phone on the counter. There was an inhumane shout as the knocking became a pound. To my horror I heard the lock break. I ran and hid in the pantry, holding the door shut. The doorknob rattled and twisted. The man stepped inside and looked around. For a long minute he stared at the pantry door but walked along. I heard thudding as the man walked up the stairs. A long moment of silence followed but was interrupted by eerie screams, and almost immediately I knew he had killed my parents. Tears began to form in my eyes as I held them back and gripped the knife tighter. Another moment of silence and I heard sirens in the distance. ‘Yes!’ I thought. But my moment of glory didn’t last long.

The man walked downstairs and faced the pantry again. “I know you’re in there. Come out.” I held my breath and stayed still. The sirens were getting louder and before I knew it they were right outside. “DAMNIT!” He ran to the door and pulled it open. “I will find you again,” He plunged a bloody knife into my thigh and ran. I screamed in pain. Officers broke down the door and ran over to me. My wound was treated and healed and I was put in foster care.

I was 15 when this happened. James’s parents had adopted me and treated me like one of their own. I am now 20 and to this day the man’s words still echo through my head. They never caught the man but they found his house. There were pictures of me everywhere. This man had been obsessed with me for years. My question is, where is he?

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  • ShYgUy

    Sorry about your parents.

  • Ryoua

    My god thats a terrible experience for anyone to go through and he’s still out There???WE NED DEM UPDATES

  • battlepikapowe4

    Could you give a link to the news article about this?

    • Cheyenne Statzer

      That would be awesome! I live reading that kind of stuff. I used to want to be a criminal behavioral analyst, like on criminal minds

  • Suzie

    I’m not sure if this is 100% real or not BUT I’m sorry if it is. And I hope your safe.