Here is another story to follow up my previous one. This happened two years after the first encounter, but this time was I very much alone. This time it also took place during the summer. I had been staying up late the other previous nights and I wanted to get back to a normal sleeping routine. I hopped into bed around ten o' clock that night, but I was still wide-awake all the way into the early hours.
I was trying to fall asleep, but at the time was terribly afraid of the dark. So I left my TV on, but on mute, because I have trouble sleeping when there are noises. Leaving the TV running, I turned my back to the door and started trying to doze off when I heard the screen door and heavy wooden front door open, just like before. At the time, I didn't even think about the previous time this had happened, but from bad habit (I always check the time when before I go to sleep and as soon as I wake up) I checked the time to find it 1:42 am once more. It still had not clicked.
I lay in my bed longer, listening when I heard the high heels again. It finally clicked. I was terribly afraid because this time I did not have the comfort of my cousins with me. I heard it with fear as it walked through the living room, not stopping this time and right in front of my door. I was praying to God the whole time hoping that it would go away like it did last time. Without even opening the door (which squeaks when opened) it walked right in. I could hear the muffle of high heels on my carpet and I could almost feel something it standing at my bed, my back facing it.
Terrified, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to pretend I was asleep when I felt it sit down beside my legs. I was scared like you wouldn't believe. I don't even know how long it was before I finally gathered the guts to look over and found nothing but an indent of someone who sat there. I screamed for my mother and for several nights after, did not sleep alone.
The incident has yet to happen yet, but like I said before, I guess they are still walking.