I'm sharing with you all today my experience from a few years back. Basically, I'm sixteen years old and currently residing in England. My parents are both employees of the fire service, my father a fire-fighter and my mother a call operator. One night in the month of May, my parents were both working the night and I was alone. Of course, like any parent would, they worried for me and would always try to persuade me to stay with relatives. However, being a stubborn teenager, I found it important to assert some independence.
Anyway, getting to the point. I live in a converted bedroom, situated in what used to be the loft in my house. It's pretty good living there; it's wide, spacious and perfect for anyone my age. There are bad things however, such as; constant exposure to creepy insects and hearing the terrifying sounds of house settling late at night. Something worth mentioning is the door to my bedroom is incredibly difficult to open. The handle must be rotated an exact 90-degree angle for the door to open.
Anyway, as I was saying, one night I was home alone. I did my daily boring routine; fed the fish, cooked waffles, watched television and read a book. The clock on my iPhone read 02:18 and seeing no obvious reason to exhaust myself, I went to bed. Now those people, like myself, that live in loft conversions will know how cruel the temperature can get in there. It's like being cooked alive in a blanket of insulation. So, I jumped into my single bed, laying over the blanket and prepared to nod off. I could end my story here, but that was only the calm before the storm.
On the night, I experienced one of those bizarre sleep experiences where you sleep for like five minutes, but it feels like five hours. Anyway, still feeling tired, I closed my eyes again. Then it happened, the thing that even to this day, haunts me. The creaky noise of my door handle being turned struck me, causing my eyes to burst open in a reflex of fright. My eyes ran looking for the source, but I couldn't see a thing, due to the door being hidden out of sight by the stairs leading to my room accompanied with the pitch black darkness of the night sky. The noise alone told me that I was certainly not alone. I tried to mentally estimate how far the handle was being turned and also debating what to do. Surely, if I was in the midst of burglars, they would surely try to make as little noise as possible, but no. This sound informed me, who or whatever it was, they were trying to get in any means possible.
Fortunately for me, it sounded like they struggled to fully open the door handle and after a short while, they became more and more aggressive and tried with more force to gain access to my room causing the handle to cry out in pain. Literally, frozen with fear, I lay atop of my bed. I listened purely expecting to hear footsteps retreating, or a more dreaded thought, a force trying to break down my door. However, no sounds were emitted. Still too afraid to move, I began moving slightly, from my fingers to my hand and then reached for the light switch, still keeping my eyes fixated on the same area of wall they originally gazed at. I successfully turned on my lights and I cannot reiterate how relieved I was to see light again. I immediately grabbed for my phone and as I prepared to call my parents, I began to seriously doubt myself. "What if they don't believe me?" or "What if I was just dreaming?". I decided to wait for a short period, sat in the center of my bed, trembling. Time grew and grew and my self doubt got the best of me, I decided to disregard my own witnessing and proceeded to continue reading. I did not go back to sleep the night, purely with the fear and apprehension of the intruder trying to break in again. However, they did not.
The next day, I decided to not tell my parents and never mentioned it again. However, I strongly believe that what I experienced was no dream. I still always get chills down my spine when reaching for the handle. Who knows who or what tried so desperately to get in?