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.

My backyard

I live in a decently large town just outside of Niagara Falls. Crime isn’t very common on my side of town, but the east side has seen murder and rape. I used to live on the east side of town. It wasn’t pretty, so my family and I moved out to a nice suburban area on the west side.

I was home alone on a warm summer day, maybe 75 degrees. Anyways, I was outside doing some housework as I was instructed the previous night. Just as I was finishing up cutting the grass, a man walked on to my driveway. I looked at him, and asked him if he needed anything. He paused, and just.. jogged away. I brushed it off as nothing and went inside.

Later that night I walked down the street to my local corner store. I walked inside and saw the man again. I felt chills down my spine as he approached me. He said in a raspy voice “You really know how to use a lawn mower!” I thought nothing of it and just replied with a smile. He looked at me and smiled back. Things got awkward. Quick. I said I needed to leave and he blocked my path. “Are your parents home?” He said grinning. I responded yeah they are. I was lying. He didn’t say a word, but I said “is there something you want?” He just stared. To my luck, the cashier came out and told him not to block the exit. He then proceeded down the junk food aisle. I got out of there faster than hell with my eyes as big as marbles. I ran home like a bag caught on a gust of strong wind

Later that evening I decided to take a nap. I fell asleep quickly, not remembering the incident that happened earlier. I woke up to a banging on my door at around 1:30 in the morning. I almost shit the bed. It was on the back door. I looked out the window. Nothing. I thought it might’ve been a friend or a neighbor needing help. I was naive and I clearly wasn’t thinking. Why would my friend or anyone for that matter be here so late? And why were they in my LOCKED backyard?

I ran downstairs and turned on the backyard light. Big mistake. It was the man from earlier. I jumped back and shrieked at the top of my lungs. Wrong move again. He rammed his elbow into the door and popped it off the hinges. I tried calling 911. No service. I yelled and told him I was calling the police anyways. He outsmarted me and realized my phone wasn’t glowing when I pretended to call them. He then proceeded to push the door forward, further breaking it. I was crying by this point, and I ran upstairs. I heard the man break inside. I check my phone again. ONE BAR! I WAS SO RELIEVED! I dialed 911 immediately and they told me to stay on the line. The man then proceeded to yell “YOU LIED YOU FUCKER! YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR PARENTS!” I climbed in the compartment in the back of my closet and shut it. You could smell the fear on my sweaty body, shaking as he walked in. He started banging on everything. This man was not stable, in my eyes at least. He ran downstairs looking for me, as I hear sirens pulling up to my house. The man runs, and doesn’t make it too far as they see him casually leaving the property.

The police questioned me and later charged this man. As it turns out, he wasn’t stable. He had some weird illness that to this day I still can’t pronounce. I am now 21 and living happily, but always remembering that this man. This sick, crazed man.. never plead guilty.. so he’s still out there. Probably looking for me. I live in the same house.. (Read request made for Blue_Spooky)

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