From continuous knocks on the bedroom window in the middle of the night, to seeing a reflection of a dark figure through a terrarium, people share their creepiest “home alone” experience.
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I was fast asleep in my fourth floor (balcony-less) apartment when I awoke to VOICES directly outside my window. After a minute and a half, I finally decide that yes, I DO in fact need to pull up the curtains to make sure that two Spanish-speaking men are NOT levitating directly outside of my fourth floor window. So, fully naked (hey, that’s how I sleep) I tug on the base of the blind to snap it open and there, directly outside my window, swapping out the lights of the neon sign that advertises the restaurant on the bottom floor of the building, are two men in a bucket on the end of a crane. I don’t know who was more terrified at the instant sight of the other – me or the two guys I’d just visually scarred for life.
I was looking after my mother’s house for a week while she was on holiday. She had two cats that would come in and out of the house via a cat flap. They were always cuddly and playful even when they were old.
So I get woken up in the middle of the night by loud meows from downstairs. I thought maybe the cat flap was stuck and they wanted to get out. I go downstairs to check and open the hallway door and there are at least 15 black cats sitting in the hallway staring back at me.
Then I see my mother’s cats sitting amongst them just chilling and meowing happily. I left them all too it and they were gone in the morning.
Over this past summer, I was living alone in my apartment in a (relatively safe) college town. I was always paranoid and locked the door anytime I got home from somewhere, especially since Im a female living alone. One morning I woke up to go to the bathroom, and as Im in there, I hear the front door creak open. Obviously scared, I carefully leave the bathroom and look around the corner to see the front door open about 6 inches. I slowly check the apartment for intruders only to find nothing. Somehow the door was unlocked while I was sleeping and opened by what I choose to call the wind. Needless to say, for the rest of the time I was alone in the apartment I had my knife close by.
I was 15 and my parents and I just move into a house in a brand new development. My parents were at work so I was doing what almost every teenagers does when school’s out: sleeping late. It was maybe 11 when I woke up. I was on my way to the bathroom when I came face-to-face with a guy. Surprised, he ran out.
A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the door. It was the Contractor apologizing for his guy. Apparently he was using our restroom and he didn’t know someone had moved in. (The furniture should have been a clue). My parents were furious and they changed the locks.
I used to rent a room in a basement apartment. My friend’s family lived in the real house upstairs, which is how I ended up there. They have a lot of family parties.
One day I was doing some homework in my room, the other two tenants weren’t home, so I had “apartment B” to myself. But they were being so loud upstairs, I was having trouble focusing. So much chatter and feet moving around. Sounded like dancing was going on.
I texted my friend: “you guys sound like you’re really having a good time up there. I’m not really getting anything done, can I come up?”
He texts back: “No one is home, we went to Wisconsin for the weekend.”
I went outside, saw that no one’s car was there, and no lights were on in the house. And then I just went for a walk until someone else got home.
I came home from work and found that the seashells I have on a shelf in the bathroom were all in the sink. The shelf is located on the wall perpendicular to the sink, with a radiator under it, so if they had simply fallen off, they would’ve bounced off the radiator and hit the ground in pieces. Even if they did manage to fly off the shelf and land in the sink, they would have still have broken or chipped. But nope, they were all intact.
Also, a year or two before this happened, I had come home to find a little ceramic fish from that shelf was sitting neatly next to the sink. I almost never touch that thing.
I live alone in a studio apartment. I called the landlord and he said there had been guys working on the house, but none had gone in, and it was minor maintenance stuff only. I have lived here for eight years, however, and these are the only weird/creepy things that have happened, so I think I’m good.
I was slapped hard while I was asleep. Woke up with my cheek hurting and ears ringing. I lived alone at that time.
Another less creepy (after the fact) story I remember was when I was crashing at my uncle’s for a couple months in the summer. While he was at work, and sometimes at night, I would hear a woman yelling, “Hey, you there?” At first I was very freaked out, but a couple times during day time, I’d look for the source and try and talk to her. And she never replied. I asked my uncle after a few days and it turns out it was the pet parrot of the guy who lived across the hall. I had heard him before making weird noises and screeching, but never had I ever imagined it could replicate a woman’s voice like that. But yeah I did see him do that in person sometime later, so nothing paranormal there at least.
When I was 12, my bedroom was across the hall from my Dad’s office. I had a habit of staying up late reading at that time. One night I was reading while everyone else was asleep, and I suddenly heard this bizarre sound coming from Dad’s office. It sounded like the window in his office sliding back and forth. At 12, when you’re reading fantasy books, the first assumption you’ll likely make is robbers. I had a dowel rod in my room, so I grabbed that and cautiously began creeping towards Dad’s office. Now, I was properly freaking out. My heart is at full throttle, and I can barely hear past the thumping, but I can still hear that weird sound. Just as I began reaching for the door knob to charge in, there’s a hand on my shoulder. It was Dad. His bedroom was downstairs and he heard me walking around, came up to investigate. Turns out the sound was his printer. He was working on a report downstairs, and printed it out from his laptop. He was proud that I was ready to deal with whatever was in his office, but found it extremely funny that I was going to run at his printer with a wooden dowel.
When I was 6 years old or so I used to share my room with my brother and one morning I woke up and he wasn’t in his bed. It was barely dawn so the room was dark and I was obviously scared. I went to check in my parents room to see if he climbed into bed with them and they weren’t there. Nobody was home so I went outside because I couldn’t stand being alone in the house by myself. It was so foggy I could barely see my driveway. There was no car and it was just so silent that it was freaking me out.
I ran to my backyard where I knew my dog would be but it wasn’t there. I was completely alone in my home in this fog. I fell asleep under my bed and woke up to chatter from the kitchen. Apparently my brother had some ear/gum affection and was running a high fever throwing up and such so they took him to the hospital. My little brother was 4 and he turned out to be alright. My Dog was just out and about somewhere in the neighborhood and just wasn’t close to my house when I was out there. In southern Louisiana we don’t have fences in a lot of the neighborhoods and we lived a little distant from the next house over so this was common.
It was scary then but funny now.
One night my mum was at work and I was falling asleep when I heard a loud thumping. I ignored it at first but it got more persistent and it turned into loud banging sounds and were getting louder and then the screaming started. I got scared and with my phone in my hand went to the window and looked outside. One of my neighbors had a manic look in his eyes and was outside with a large tree branch in his hand banging on his girlfriend’s window with it, whilst screaming at the top of his lungs and doing a weird tribal dance. At this point I was petrified and frozen when he suddenly stopped and looked up at my window still with the manic look on his face. We stared at each other for about ten seconds. Then he dropped his stick and went back into his house. I was scared the rest of the night and was jumpy at any noise. I only fell asleep when my mum got home. This is only one of the many creepy things that has happened to me since moving to the area.
In late 2015, I was laid off from my job, and was staying with my grandparents for a couple months. My grandparents have two little dogs, and because grandpa worked nights and grandma was away in Texas for a month, they were really glad to have someone around to feed and walk the dogs during the day.
One night I was home alone and was relaxing in the tub when, through the skylight in the bathroom, I heard whisper/hushed voices that can only be coming from the back porch. I thought I must be hearing things but then both dogs started barking their heads off.
My blood ran freezing cold, and I leaped out of the bath, pulled my clothes on, and ran to the porch door but whoever was there was already gone. I took a shovel and walked the perimeter of the house but found nothing.
After that grandpa updated the security system.
In the house that I grew up in, we had a finished basement. The floor was laminate plank flooring laid over the original concrete. My brother and I would spend hours down there playing playstation and if someone was to drop a playstation controller on that hard laminate floor, the sound it would make was very recognizable.
One day, It must have been around grade 9, I came home from school and was home alone. I was watching TV upstairs when all of a sudden, I heard that unmistakable sound of a playstation controller falling on the basement floor. I knew I was home alone and I immediately freaked out. I’ve never really found myself in a horror movie type situation since, but at that time, for some reason I was extra brave and decided to say whatever, and I went to defend my home from whoever was in my basement. I don’t recall grabbing any kind of weapon, but I crept through the kitchen and down the stairs. My heart was pumping as I climbed down. I reached the bottom and was suddenly at ease.
We had a drop ceiling with round vent covers, and the vent covers were always falling out. As I came into the basement, I saw one on the floor and was immediately relieved. Not as scary as some, but oh man, I was rattled.
This just happened to me about 2 days ago, I came home to my kitchen and living room windows both open… a little suspicious considering it’s winter and my main goal is keeping heat in. I called the guy I’m talking to and asked if he opened them. He said yes. While still on the phone with him I walked into my bedroom and saw both my space heaters in the middle of the room blasting heat with a towel in between both of them! I knew I left the house with both of them off. Still on the phone with the guy I asked if he did this and he replied, “no, after you left I left, too…” I walked over to where the towel was and picked it up. It was wet and had a weird smell… but not pee or anything.
That was basically the weirdest thing because I don’t know what happened and the guy said he didn’t know either… so the mystery is still definitely unsolved.
I spent six months living alone in a cabin near the end of a dirt road in central New Hampshire. Nearest neighbors were a quarter mile or so up or down the road. It’s an area where people definitely keep to themselves. I had all sorts of animal visitors — bears on the porch, you name it, but never random people around.
One morning, I went out to my car to go to work. It was spring, and we’d had a late frost. On the rear window of my truck, someone had written, “I WATCH YOU” with their finger in the frost.
I never had an actual problem in the rest of my time there, but that freaked me out.
I was staying alone in my brother’s apartment while he was at sea. I was across the country away from everyone I know.
Late one night, I heard a cell phone ringing from somewhere inside the apartment. An old, creepy, Nokia cell phone ring, like in a horror movie. I searched high and low and could not find anything, OR pinpoint where it was coming from, but it was close. I should mention the apartment was almost bare so there wasn’t many places to hide something.
Eventually, it stopped ringing. I texted my brother and asked if he left an extra cell phone home, he said no. I never did hear the ring again.
I will always wonder what that was all about.
When I was around 7 or 8, I would be home alone for about 2 hours every morning.
One day, I walked downstairs, and I went down on the ground hard. I was sitting there in a daze when the cops showed up, and they went through the house room to room. This of course freaked me out.
What happened is my Dad decided to set the house alarm for some reason (he almost never leaves after my mom…. the fact is he probably always sets it off by my mom turns it off when she leaves…). The alarm got set off by the dog. The dog got scared and peed on the floor. I slipped on the puddle. Then the police got called over by the alarm company. Luckily this was the 90’s, if that happened today my folks would probably get in trouble for something stupid.
I live alone with my kitten in a two bedroom. One night I woke up in the middle of the night to hear music playing across my flat.
I got out of bed, and crossed my apartment to my spare room, where my computer was black and playing music. I had been listening to music before bed on my computer, but I’d turned off the music to go to bed. I rarely turn off my computer, but it goes to screensaver after a minute of being untouched and then you need a password immediately to unlock it. So, there’s no way that my cat could have stepped on the keyboard to hit play and restarted the tunes. Also, my screensaver goes for an hour – and the screen was black, so the music had to have been playing for awhile… but I’m such a light sleeper that I would have woken up earlier.
It freaked me right out. I’ve had a few weird things happen to me so far in this place, but this was the freakiest.
I was at home by myself one night, hanging out with my chameleon. He hangs out on his tree in front of the window while I’m awake and at night when the lights are on inside, you can see your reflection on the window. I was facing the window, watching my chameleon, and he was watching me when I saw a dark figure in the reflection of the window move across the room. I know my chameleon saw it too because he flinched and both of his eyes were locked on whatever was behind me. I looked around me and nothing was there.
I came home one night after a couple of days away. The air conditioner had stopped working during this time and it was over 100 degrees in the house. There were spiders hanging from the ceiling – barely moving. They were smaller and I’m not sure what type they were but I will never forget the scene when I turned the lights on. They were all hanging about 2-3′ down from the ceiling. Hundreds of them. I left and purchased some bug bombs and set a coupe off in the entry way – it’s as far as I’d go. I then went to town and got a hotel room. Came back the next day and swept/vacuumed the little things up. I can honestly say it is the most creeped out I’ve ever been.
I was about 21 (but looked a lot younger) and recently moved into a duplex. I was supposed to maintain the front yard, the neighbors the rear, so I was doing a bit of work outside one day to tidy it up so I could plant some flowers under the window. I popped inside to cool off for a few minutes and ended up drifting to sleep on the couch. I woke up to someone knocking and looked out the peephole to see what looked like a door-to-door salesman. I didn’t want to hear a pitch so I just stood there quietly waiting for him to go away when he turned my doorknob and slowly began to open my door. I pushed back hard and slammed it shut on him, grabbed my metal bat that was within arms reach and pulled the door back open a couple inches. He looked a bit surprised and asked “are your parents home?” I told him no and he handed me a brochure for a meal delivery service type thing for the elderly. I shut and locked the door, moved over to the window and watched him book it down the street and out of view. I got a big dog after that and made sure to not leave my door unlocked anymore.
When I was nine, my mom married my awesome step-dad. He worked a swing shift in a factory and this week it was 2nd shifts turn. We didn’t have a lot of money so we didn’t have a phone and my mom was afraid of her own shadow. It didn’t help that we lived 12 miles from town with no close neighbors. So, dad was at work and mom let me stay up to keep her company until dad got home. We were in the kitchen playing cards when the back doorknob started turning violently. Mom grabs a butcher knife and yells out that she’s armed and whoever’s out there better run. She yells for me to call the police and mouths to me to pretend.
The rattling doorknob stops and we sit in the dark room for an hour before dad gets home. Finally he’s there and mom’s recapping the incident when the doorknob starts turning again. Dad starts laughing and opens the door. Our cat has his front claws embedded in the wood door and his little hind feet are trying to balance on the knob. Mom had damn near had a heart attack over a “cat” burglar.
When I first bought my house, I was in the smallest bedroom that I used as a media room. There is only one window in the room. It was about 9 at night and I was watching tv.
I was sitting in the recliner that is right next to the window and suddenly, there were three LOUD bangs on the window. My curtains were closed and I didn’t dare look out.
Fight or flight kicked in. I immediately grabbed my keys, locked my front door, and ran to my car and just started driving. I was scared. I called my dad eventually and he met me back at the house and didn’t see anything outside. That was 5 years ago and I really never use that room anymore because of it. Maybe not too scary, but I lived alone (still do) and had literally just moved in.
My kids were spending the night at my mothers so I was home alone. Whilst standing in the kitchen, eating a t.v. dinner over the sink like a savage, I started choking. I set the food down, my swallow reflex stuck on infinite loop and remember thinking, “well why not?” I pounded on my chest a few times to no avail and slowly darkness started working its way in from my peripheral vision and I felt myself falling forward.
I woke up on the tile floor, face-down in a puddle of drool/vomit. The only thing I can figure, is the force of falling face first onto the hard floor acted as the Heimlich maneuver and saved my life.
I rescued a dog from a family member who wasnt doing well taking care of herself or the dog. This dog was petrified of everyone, especially men, as she had been through some things. Anyways, my husband was working nights at the time and one morning the dog started barking. Not super unusual because the house was close to the sidewalk and she would bark at people walking by. This time she didnt stop. I yelled out to her to be quiet but she still wouldnt stop. So I came out of my bedroom and there she was looking into the bathroom which was directly to the left of my bedroom. I looked in there and noticed the bathroom window wide open, the screen out, and there were footprints on my garbage bin outside. She definitely scared whoever it was off. She was a good girl and Im so glad we had her at the time.
It’s about midnight or so and I get woken out of a dead sleep. I’m not sure why, but I’m up on my second floor apartment, laying in the dark, staring at my alarm clock. Why am I awake? I lift my head and look around in my dark bedroom, listening.
Then, there in the dark at the end of my bed, I hear a weird clicking sound, a chitter, a mewl. Cat? I know it’s my cat, because he’s made that sound before at birds outside, but he’s not at the window. He’s at the foot of my bed from the sound of it.
I sit up, staring at him, and realize he’s staring towards the ceiling. No one lives above me. What is going on? My heart is absolutely racing because my cat has never acted like this before. I slowly get out of bed, slowly creep towards the baseball bat tucked nearby, and then flip the lights on.
There’s a bat flying around my ceiling. An hour of screaming, planning, and cursing finally got the thing out of my room and out the window (alive).
Later on in life, living in my new home alone with my two cats, the doorbell rang and my cat, who had been sleeping beside me, actually stood up and outright growled in the direction of the door. I had never, ever heard him growl before.
I refused to even go near the door.
I was home alone just a few years back, my parents tend to go out to a dance club a couple towns away (small town) and don’t get back until about 4 or so in the morning.
This day just like any other I was sitting in my room next to my window watching something on tv, who knows what, probably Scrubs. My bedroom window is fairly big and frosted with a dark curtain covering it. It sits directly next to our front door which leads to a porch.
It’s about 2 in the morning and suddenly I hear this LOUD banging on my window, not a foot from my face. Confused as to why someone would hit my window so hard I wait a minute or so to see if someone calls out or knocks again when suddenly, three more desperate knocks on my not so thick window. At this point I start comparing my situation to that of a horror movie and convince myself that checking will lead to a certain death.
I finally get up to check who it is from the inner door of the porch and see faint movement in the parking lot in front of my house. There he was, a man raggedly dressed not menacingly but indecently pacing back and forth.
I now decide my best course of action is to call the police. Later I find out he had broken into an office building across the street and a couple cars around town. Not sure what happened to the guy or why things turned out the way they did but I’m really glad I didn’t answer the door.
My bus came after my parents were gone for work, so Id get up early and have a full hour to watch TV after getting ready. I was in 5th grade.
One morning, I heard the distinct sound of the basement door clicking shut. The basement wasnt below ground, so it was possible that someone came through a window.
I was terrified. I yelled out that “I dont know what you look like! Please dont hurt me! Ill grab my backpack and leave, I promise not to call the police, just please let me leave!”
My driveway was really long, but for almost five minutes I listened to someone breaking all the plates and glasses in the kitchen (the kitchen window was cracked open). Scary!
I kept my promise and didnt tell anyone. When I got home, nothing was broken or missing.