It was a regular spring night, back in 2009, my mother was working late, so I had the apartment for myself and decided to watch a movie and go to bed later then I should, I was only 15 back then and had school the next morning. When the movie was finally over it was about 11:40 pm.
I was in my room, kneeling on my bed taking off the stuffed aninmals and putting them on the floor. While I was doing so I heard what sounded like footsteps in the kitchen. I sudenly stopped moving and the noise too, making me think that I was the one making the cracking noises while moving on the bed. So after clearing my bed I start getting ready to jump into it, when sudenly I heard the footsteps again, but this time, once I stopped moving, the noises continued. And they sounded like they were coming closer and closer to my closed bedroom door.
So I got under the covers and listened while my heart was racing fast.
The footsteps were now so clear that I remember thinking to myself: "Oh my god, someone is in the house, the door is locked it's impossible." But it was so obvious that someone was walking down the hall leading to my room that I started crying in fear not knowing what to do. Once the footsteps were just outside my door, it stopped.
At that point I don't even remember breathing, I was under shock, frozen.
Then, I heard knocking on my door. I knew it wasn't my mother because she know's these things scare me and would never do that, plus I hadn't heard the front door open. It kept on knocking but it got weaker until it just sounded like someone was scratching the surface of the door but a weird breathing sound was added, like someone gasping for air. The whole time a voice in my head kept saying: "Dont let him in" It lasted about 5 minutes.
I was so scared and just wanted it to go away so I could finally stop crying.
So I said out loud: "Go away, there is no use, I'm going to ignore you"
And the second my phrase was done, the door yanked open.
From that momment on I have had something or someone following me, always letting me know he is there. And when I choose to ignore the presence he seems to get mad, like loud banging noises on the wall or apliances in my house being knocked over. He scares me, but more important I don't know what he is.
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