I'd like to say this is my first story I've put on here so I hope you enjoy 😊. So this happened when I was around 7 years old. It was me, my brother, and sister, we all lived in Indiana at the time, I'm not sure exactly what town it was but we lived out in the country in the middle of nowhere. We lived with an old lady I'm not sure who she really was, she was a friend of my dad's I guess.
Well anyways one night, me, my brother, and sister were in bed, we all had to share the same room and the same bed as well (I'm the oldest by the way) my brother was 6 and my sister was 4 at the time. So while we were in bed I decided it was fun to try and scare my brother and sister by telling them scary stories and they got upset and went and told the old lady we lived with, she was in the living room watching TV at the time. So when they went and told her she had me sleep separate in her daughters room. Her daughter was staying the night at a friends that night, I think it was a Friday night when this happened I can't really remember exactly, but I know it was a weekend. When she had me sleep in her daughters room it was pitch black the only light in that room was from the moon, and the moon light was only on my bed that was it. Now at the time I wasn't afraid of the dark so I wasn't thinking about monsters under my bed or anything. When I was laying there I was starting to fall asleep when I heard what sounded like something tapped against a glass jar in the closet, or something glass.
After that I was wide awake, and I thought well I'm a kid so it's probably my Imagination. I tried to go back to sleep and then all of a sudden I heard a man in the closet trying to whisper to me but loud enough for me to hear it. Now there were no men that lived there at the time my brother was the only male that lived there and obviously he was 6 so he didn't sound like a man. My father was up in Michigan at the time working.
The man in the closet said "hey, hey you come here". I don't know if I was brave or stupid but I got up in the pitch black and went to look in the closet and didn't see anything, so then I decided to turn on the light and looked again and nothing was in there. I looked everywhere after that, under the bed etc. I didn't find anybody. I was extremely freaked out by this time so I went in the living room and told the lady we lived with that there was a man in the closet, and of course she didn't believe me, at that point I started crying and was freaking out and kept telling her that I wasn't going in there and that I heard someone in the closet. After a few minutes she finally told me that I could sleep in the same room my brother and sister was in.
Ever since then I've been afraid of the dark and I'm 30 now. My fear of the dark has gotten better but I do still get scared sometimes.