Behind the mask

(I remember the first one I sent you And it wasn’t too good so I am doing it again for a more clear story) this was 3 years ago I am 16 now and this happened when I was 13. The story begins in the sun when I was home alone.

It was 9 at night so I got ready to go to bed so I got everything done and went to bed. An hour passed then I woke up to a breeze and I saw the window open so I thought I opened it in my sleep I am known for sleep walking so I shut the window and locked it and went back to bed and I shut my eyes.

After a couple of minutes I woke up to the sound of sliverware being moved around in the cabinet and wondering if I should go check it out or ignore it but curiosity took over and so I grabbed a flashlight and went to the kitchen and check all the cabinets but nothing was moved everything was in it’s place so I brushed it off and went to bed and about an hour later I felt something heavy lay down next to me on the bed and I turned over and saw nothing so I ignored it then it happened again but this time I felt a arm around me and I freaked so I grabbed the arm and jumped out of bed as fast I could and I will never forget what it or she looked like thanks for the bright moonlight through my window it had the physical looks of a girl who was wearing.

She was wearing a brown jacket, blue jeans, black boots and a white mask with big black eyes and black lips.

With her hood on her hair was flowing from the sides of the mask. She stood up and she was a lot taller than me. She looked like she was at least 17.

I ran from the room. Note I or my house didn’t have phones and I lived a little ways from any other houses. I ran to my dad’s room closet and hid on a shelf behind hanging clothes on the rack. I heard foot steps running around my house. Then they stopped in front of the closet door, I covered my mouth to slience my breathing. The door opened slowly to reveal the infiltraitor. She walked in and started to thrash clothes around. I was stupid to do this but I jumped out of my hiding place and turned to look at her and our eyes met. I slammed the door and put on my sandals and opened the front door and I ran down the street then hearing the front door open with force then hearing the pitty patter of feet behind me and closing in.

Then I felt something heavy land on top of me causing me to gasp for air then I feel a hand on my shoulder to turn me over onto my back I tried to swing my fist at her but she grabbed both of them and pinned them above my head, I struggled to break free but I grew tired and stopped fighting back then she put her free hand in her jacket pocket and pulled out a rag and covered my mouth and I started to feel drowsy then everything went black. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock.

I looked around finding my window wide open andy front door wide open as well I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and saw a black lipstick kiss on my cheek. It’s been 3 years but every time I had to go to bed and i locked everything thing.

And every once in awhile I hear a knock on my window.

The Thing Behind The Door

I am only 12 years old, this event happened only a year ago. My family is only made out of my mom and my sister, so you can imagine how often I was left home alone. I was always able to feel presences, in fact my mom often has dreams about what will happen in the future.

I was in Colombia, in my mom’s house. When we first moved there, it felt like a pretty light energy around the house. Nothing dark, or “heavy”.

That was until around the third month, I was home alone, as always. But this time, it wasn’t normal. When I got home that day, I suddenly had a really bad headache. My dog never went into my room, even when we first got to that house, so it was pretty weird when I found him right in front of my bed, laying down.

My first thought, he must be enjoying the wind. But that’s when I realized, I never left my window open. For the next few hours, I slept on my bed with my dog by my side. When I woke up, I woke up to a black tall shadow of what it seemed like a man.

I froze when I realized he was right next to my door.

At first I thought it was all a dream, so I closed my eyes. But when I saw it standing still, right next to the door of the place I slept, in the house my whole family live in, I started panicking. My first reaction was to close my eyes and pray for it to go away. It didn’t happen.

Weeks pass by, and I can’t sleep anymore. The thing is still there, I don’t tell my mom or my sister because I’m afraid they might laugh at me and call me childish. I start having nightmares about this thing. The last nightmare I remember having is the house being dark, I had just woken up and felt dizzy.

My mom apparently wasn’t home yet, My sister and I were sleeping on her bed. But I saw a shadow, this time a girl, it looked like my sister. She was crying behind my sister’s door. I knew it wasn’t my sister because the shadow was completely dark, but there was still moonlight coming in. I felt like the shadow was crying because it was being tormented by another presence.

That’s when I knew, the man behind my door wanted to hurt me, and my family.

Many times I had tried to stand up to it, and tell him he wasn’t welcomed. But it only made him angrier, and angrier. I felt powerless, and weak because I wasn’t able to get him out of my life. Once I was home alone again, he would bang the doors, I would bang the glasses, and just tried to scare me.

I was already used to the fact that this presence might not leave my life ever. Until I got tired of it.

I stood up one day and not knowing what I was doing, I started screaming, telling him to stop and go fuck himself. I was tired of being harassed, and living in fear of what this creature might do to me. I did it for 3 days, and in the fourth day, I could finally sleep soundly. It was a horrifying experience. I don’t know what it was, or how I got rid of it, but even know, a year later, I still have nightmares, and sometimes I see him outside my backyard door. I know it’s him, I can tell.

It seems like no matter what I do, it follows me everywhere I go. Even if I move out of the country.

Doppelgänger Mum

When I was 11, my parents started trusting me to be home alone. I usually just watched YouTube and played games. One time, when alone in the house, I heard faint noises coming from the attic a floor above me. My brother and I had recently swapped rooms, so the entrance to the attic was no longer in my room. There was no particular noise, just a variation of scrapes and taps. But then I heard something that made my blood chill. An eerie whispering sound that echoed around the house. My dog Alfie must have heard it too, because the border terrier started barking furiously from the bottom of the stairs. I refused to go upstairs.

Later that same year, everyone was in the house. I was in my room, drawing when my door, previously shut, opened itself suddenly, then after waiting a few seconds, furiously slammed itself. I ran out of my room petrified, and told my mum what happened. She and my brother simply told me it was a breeze. I told them I agreed, but I knew that wasn’t possible. My door opens into my room, and my window wasn’t open anyway. I hadn’t felt a breeze and if if there were it wouldn’t have slammed my door anyway.

Then, after a few months of occasional freaky door slams, I was downstairs brushing my teeth, getting ready for bed. I was looking out the bathroom door, tiredly brushing my teeth when I saw my mum walk past her piano into the kitchen. Strange, I thought, mum is supposed to be upstairs with Lana. (Lana was my hamster.) I finished with my teeth and walked into the kitchen to see mum. She wasn’t there. It was impossible, I’d had my eyes on the door the whole time since she walked in! I’d clearly have heard if she opened the door to go outside. I ran upstairs to my room. Mum was sitting playing with Lana. “I just saw you downstairs?!” I questioned her. Mum looked confused and told me she was up here with my hamster.

I don’t know what I saw. Maybe it was a hallucination. But whatever it was, I believe a bit stronger in the paranormal now.


I was about 7 years old at this time, I moved into a new house, a farm. There were a few houses around the area but one of my neighbors just gave me the chill. I was playing soccer with my cousin until they had to go home so I just kicked the ball around, alone. I looked to my neighbors house and he was sitting on a lawn chair and smoking.

I said hello and went inside, I was home alone.

I heard a small knock on the door but I wasn’t allowed to answer the door to anyone, so I just played with my toys. The knocking grew louder and louder each minute, I got really annoyed so I went upstairs to my bedroom but as I was walking upstairs I heard scratches on the door, like a knife or someone’s fingernails scraping on the door.

I started freaking out and so, like an idiot I stayed near the door waiting for the knocking.

It was at the time I remembered I left one of the windows open so I decided I should go and shut it. At that very moment I heard a loud bang against the floor, I got really scared. I tiptoed my way to my room, shut and locked the door and waited.

About a half hour later my mum came home, at least I thought it was her.

I unlocked my door and ran down the stairs to not find my mum, but to see a very old man standing in the hallway. I was really creeped  out and I just stood there, but the man came running at me. I then noticed it was my neighbor! I can’t remember much else of that but

I’m still too freaked out to be at farms, luckily I don’t live there anymore.

Alone at Night

Alone at Night from LetsNotMeet

This is the original reddit thread where I wrote the story; this is a slightly edited-for-grammar version.

I was around 16 when this happened, so 12 or so years ago. I’d just gotten my license and had come back to my mother’s house to work on a paper because her computer was faster than my father’s. It was getting a bit late, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I wasn’t nervous one way or the other. I took a break from the paper and headed to the main bathroom, which was at the back of the house. The wall parallel to the door faced the back yard.

It has a small window in it, and just as I was about to turn on the lights, I heard a noise. Not especially close, or loud, but it was coming from somewhere in the back yard, closer to the house than the small patch of dense trees that acted as kind of a buffer between the street my house was on and the one that runs parallel to it

. I went to the window and looked out, at first seeing nothing, but then a shape ran across the yard, which I didn’t think too much of at first because I lived in a pretty typical suburban area and my house borders two streets. It wouldn’t be uncommon for kids to cut through my unfenced backyard to get to the other street. But even though I rationalized what it could be in my head, I was still a bit uneasy. I was home alone, and neither parent would be home soon (both parents worked 2nd shift in aerospace companies), which left me a little bit paranoid.

I went back to the living room, which had a huge bay window facing the front yard and a glass door to the back yard. For a few minutes, I heard nothing else, so I started to relax. But then, I heard soft noises coming from near the back door. Like someone stepping really quietly, trying not to make a sound.

Cue the adrenaline. I called my dad and told him as softly as I could what was going on. Part of me felt like I was overreacting, but the other part just knew something was off. He had someone else call the police and stayed on the line with me as I got my keys and made my way to the opposite side of the house, where the driveway and my car was. He didn’t want me leaving the house, really, but there was no way I was staying, so the plan was to get to him, then drive back together to meet the police. I can’t describe how badly I wanted to get out of that house. The worst thing that I could do, it seemed to me, was wait inside until the police got there or whomever was outside decided to come in.

When I went to get into my car, my whole body was focused on just unlocking and starting it, then tearing the hell out of my driveway. Thankfully, no horror movie cliches kept the engine from turning.

My dad’s company was a short drive away, and when I got to him and we went back to the house, we were met by the police…who had found the house lit up. Every light in every room on. Every door, even to the attic and the basement, open. But nothing was taken or touched, which to me is the scary part; the fact that whoever it was wanted to fuck with my head, or my mother’s, since it was her house. It just scared me, and I never slept well in my mother’s house after that. I was more than a bit relieved when she moved.