I was only seven and I slept by myself. My room was located at the end of the hall on the left, right in front of my parents' room. It all happened in the year 2011 in May, right after the tornado in Joplin had hit. My dad was occasionally going to Joplin because of his job, to help reconstruct.
It was late and raining a little bit. I could hear the raindrops hit my window, it was keeping me up. Then became the moment when I started to fall asleep to the rhythm of the raindrops. Suddenly I began to hear footsteps in the hallway. They were hugs steps and they were loud. They sounded like my dad's work boots.
But something was wrong, something was very wrong. How could I hear footsteps in the hallway if there was only carpet? When I realized this, I became terrified, and felt a rush of an unexplainable desperation.
My only thought then was start crying and call for my parents to come in, and that's exactly what I did. I cried and tried to scream, but I couldn't scream. Something was keeping me from doing it. So I ran to the door and leaned against and covered my ears and kept crying. Only this time there was force on the other side of the door, they or it was trying to get in. I kept putting all my weight on the door, holding it shut.
I looked up to the doorknob and it was shaking. Not just a little shake. It was a shake that continued for a long time and the knob moved very rapidly. I had never been so scared in my life.
Suddenly it all stopped and I felt like I could breath again. I didn't feel scared anymore. I relaxed and finally screamed for dad to come to the room. When I was sure it was him, I opened the door for him. I told him everything that happened and he waited for me to fall asleep, but no way was I going to sleep after that, so I just pretended to be sleeping.
When he was convinced, he went to the kitchen and came back with an egg and a glass of water. He said a prayer with the egg passing it above my body.