3 Scary Home Alone Stories That Will Keep You Up at Night (v2)

I was 14 years old it was an ordinary night or at least it started that way the clock read 9:00 p.m. I was babysitting my little cousin at his house while my mom and aunt were out shopping and my dad and uncle were at the movies we sat on the couch the soft glow of the TV flickering across the room but something felt off I couldn't explain it but my chest felt tight and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up it was that Primal gut-wrenching feeling you know the one that tells you

something is very wrong even if you can't see it I tried to Shake it Off focusing on the cartoon my cousin was laughing at but the feeling wouldn't leave it only got worse my stomach nodded I got up pretending it was nothing and made my way through the kitchen to the back door just to be safe I turned the lock until I heard the solid click the house felt colder heavier like the walls were holding their breath then I saw him through the kitchen window there he was a man his face was pale and gaunt

his skin stretched thin over sunken cheeks his clothes were filthy and tattered and his eyes God his eyes Hollow wide and locked not on me but on my little cousin he was just standing there motionless his breath fogging up the glass my heart slammed against my ribs every Instinct screamed at me to panic but I knew I couldn't my cousin's safety came first so I did the only thing I could I pretended I hadn't seen him hey I said forcing my voice to stay calm let's head upstairs Bud your parents will be back soon and

they won't want you staying up too late my cousin groaned but didn't argue I kept my body between him and the window my skin crawling under the weight of that man's stair we made it upstairs and I tucked him into bed forcing a smile I didn't feel everything okay he asked sensing something was wrong yeah I lied just keep your head down and stay under the covers okay I closed his door softly my heart hammering I was 5' 8 in about 125 lb and played football but I felt small my hands shook as I rushed

down stairs straight into the kitchen I yanked open a drawer and grabbed the first thing that felt solid an old heavy meat tenderizing Hammer I spun back to the window he was gone a cold wave of Terror hit me I sprinted to the front door locked dead bolt and knob secure I I checked every other door every window all locked but my gut told me he wasn't gone I bolted back upstairs meat tenderizer in hand and planted myself in front of my cousin's bedroom door my cousin peered from under the blankets what's going on nothing

you need to worry about I said through gritted teeth my voice low and tight just stay down stay quiet then I called the police my voice shook as I explained everything and they told me it would take 30 minutes for them to arrive I hung up and immediately called my dad and uncle they were 45 minutes away and then I heard it the sound that still haunts me to this day glass shattering it came from downstairs followed by the slow heavy thump of boots on the hardwood my blood ran cold he was inside I turned

to my cousin don't make a sound I whispered my throat dry and tight stay under the covers no matter what you hear don't come out I gripped the meat tenderizer so hard my Knuckles turned white every Creek from below was a gunshot to my nerves I heard him pacing floorboards groaning under his weight his steps were slow deliberate searching a few agonizing minutes passed and then the boots started climbing the stairs I felt my heart stop the stairs creaked each step a countdown my cousin's room was barely 10 ft from the top I braced myself

muscles coiled my breath shallow and burning I heard him open the door to my aunt and uncle's room slam checked the bathroom slam then the footsteps paused right outside our door I felt his presence through the thin wood a breath away my Palms were slick with sweat my heart punching against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst but then he turned his boots thudded back down the stairs I heard another door Creak open the basement he went down the house fell into a tense waiting silence broken only by my ragged breathing and my

cousin's muffled breaths under the covers 15 minutes felt like hours then bang the front door burst open police I heard shouting boots storming the house the crackle of radios minutes later an officer's voice called up it's safe you can come out I felt my knees give out as the adrenaline drained my body shaking uncontrollably I pulled my cousin into a tight hug Whispering it's okay it's over the police found the man in the basement hiding he was a patient who had escaped from a mental hospital one Province away that night I didn't sleep the man's

Hollow stare was burned into my mind I still hear it the slow heavy footsteps on the stairs the whispering from the walls but worse than all that I remember the cold silence that followed it started on a quiet morning I was sitting on my back porch coffee in hand enjoying the peaceful Sunrise Birds chirped the air smelled fresh and everything felt normal but that's how these things always start right normal then I saw something at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me a shape pale and flickering at the tree line but then

it moved slowly then fast unnaturally fast bolting toward the house it wasn't running it was gliding a blur of something wrong something cold I felt my stomach drop my pulse roared in my ears I live alone deep in the country no neighbors no help just me my backyard doubles as my shooting range and I know how to handle myself but this this was wrong I jumped up nearly dropping my coffee and sprinted inside I slammed the back door shut and locked it tight click deadbolt I rushed to the front locked side doors locked but I

felt it inside my phone shook in my hand as I dialed 911 my voice was tight frantic there's someone something charging my house I'm armed send help the operator's voice was calm steady stay on the line sir help is on the way then I heard it the basement door a soft slow Creek my blood turned to ice my back door was locked my windows locked so how the hell was something in the basement then it hit me the basement window I'd been meaning to fix that latch my throat went dry the thing whatever it was

had been inside since last night it had slept down there beneath me while I was upstairs a Whisper Soft and wrong drifted up from below my hands shook as I grabbed my shotgun first round rock salt second rubber bullet third Buckshot I hope to God I wouldn't need the Third but then the footstep started thud the first step on the stairs thud the second slow heavy like whatever was down there wanted me to hear I gripped the shotgun tight and shouted stop I'm armed get out of my house the air felt wrong heavy and then

I heard it laughter not loud software Twisted a voice that didn't belong to anything living the the operator's voice was in my ear sir sir are you okay the thing stepped into the hallway I swear to God I felt the temperature drop my breath fogged in front of me it wasn't a man no I wish it was it was a figure human-shaped but Hollow pale its face was blurred like a memory you can't quite place and its eyes black endless it opened its mouth but the voice didn't match it was my voice shoot me mother

fear my blood ran cold it had been listening I pulled the trigger Boom the rock salt blasted through it scattering the shape like smoke but it reformed twisting and snapping back into place it glided Forward I fired again boom rubber bullet useless it passed through like fog my throat was dry the operator was yelling sir sir but I couldn't answer the third shot no warnings boom The Buckshot tore through it for a moment the shape exploded the walls shuddered and I felt a wave of heat and cold blast through me like every nightmare I've ever

had hitting me at once and then it laughed but not in front of me behind me the air around me collapsed my body felt heavy like something was pressing down on me I hit the ground hard the shotgun skitting Out Of Reach I couldn't breathe an icy weight pinned me to the floor I felt fingers cold bone deep fingers on my throat I gasped my vision blurred and then the thing whispered in my ear I've been here longer than you think I wanted to scream suddenly bang the front door burst open police the pressure vanished

i gasped coughing my body trembling the room was empty but the walls were covered scratched claw marks and words I see you I hear you I know you the police found the basement window broken from the inside they found something else too old bones buried behind the basement wall the house was built over a forgotten grave the local papers ran the story but the real story that was mine to live with I didn't sleep for weeks every Whisper of wind sounded like laughter but the worst part it wasn't what I saw it was knowing the

thing was still there and it knew my name I'll never forget that night it still creeps into my dream sometimes the feeling of cold air from the hallway the sound of his fist swinging through the air and the thought of how close I came to dying it was 2015 my first year living alone in my college apartment it was a tiny Place cramped a little rundown but it was mine I was up late that Friday night sitting at my desk headset on laughing with my friends over Skype while we played games together the clock had

just ticked past midnight when knock knock knock I froze who the hell was knocking this late my stomach tightened but I pulled off my headset and crept to the door peeking through the peephole I saw a guy from my complex we'd only spoken a few times Small Talk At the mailboxes maybe a nod in passing but something was off he looked nervous scared his eyes darted around and his face face was pale under the flickering hallway light I kept the chain on and cracked the door hey what's going on his voice was rushed shaky man

someone's passed out on the stairs I think they're sick or something I I heard you talking through the door and thought maybe you could help my heart started pounding I could have said no I could have shut the doors and minded my business but something in his voice desperation fear made me step out into the Hall that's when I saw him my neighbor from across the hall he was sprawled on the stairs completely out of it his clothes were a mess and he ReRe of alcohol from feet away his face was pale and he was

barely conscious the other guy knelt beside him and reached out to shake his shoulder hey man you okay swing the drunk guy's arm shot out wild and sloppy barely missing the guy's face we both jumped back whoa I said my pulse spiking hey we're trying to help you man but he wasn't hearing it his glassy eyes flicked to us filled with confusion and sudden anger his fists clenched his body swayed barely able to stand I felt my mouth go dry let's just get him to his apartment I said quickly before he falls down the damn

stairs and kills himself so we tried every time we grabbed his arm he lashed out sloppy swings curses a mess of anger and confusion my heart was racing the whole time his punches were weak wild misses barely more than flailing but the rage behind them was real minutes crawled by his keys jingled in his shaking hands as he fumbled over and over trying to find the right one for his door every time we reached to help he'd snap slurring threats and Swinging again just calm down I said keeping my voice steady finally click his door

swung open he stumbled inside shot us one last glare and collapsed behind it with a sickening thud I exhaled a shaky breath my hands trembling the other guy and I exchanged a look equal parts relief and unease dude do you think he's okay I shook my head I don't know that wasn't just drunk that was bad so I called the non-emergency line explained everything I don't know if he drove himself back or what but he might have alcohol poisoning he's alone and he's not okay the operator said they'd send someone out it felt like forever

but soon enough I heard pounding on his door and a muffled voice police open up nothing they kept banging until finally he managed to Fumble the lock open I heard the whale of sirens and then they were hauling him out I stood there watching the ambulance lights flash Through the Windows I felt shaken but relieved well at least he's getting help I muttered but it wasn't over the next day my phone rang it was the police hey the officer said his voice Grim just wanted to let you know you probably saved that guy's life he

had to get his stomach pumped alcohol poisoning if you hadn't called he wouldn't have made it I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding damn well I'm glad he's there's more the cop cut in his tone turning cold we found a gun on him I felt the world tilt what yeah loaded he's a felon too no permit shouldn't even have it we figure it's a damn good thing he was blackout drunk my mouth was dry what do you mean the officer's next words hit me like a hammer if he'd remembered he had

that gun there was there was a pause like he didn't want to say it he probably wouldn't have been throwing punches the air left my lungs I felt cold colder than I ever had I had stared a loaded gun in the face without ever seeing it and that night I learned something horrifying sometimes it's not the things you see that kill you it's the ones you don't