Stranger at the Door

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Ajax
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Jun 18 19:25:07 2009

It happened about 3 years ago when I was 16. I was in the basement watching television. I was home alone but I was expecting my parents to come home from work in a couple of minutes. I was enjoying a nice glass of iced tea when I heard someone upstairs. Thinking my parents had finally came home I ignored it. I turned off the t.v and sat there. I heard the creaking of the basement door opening slowly followed by the sound of heavy footsteps down the stairs. I couldn't see who was coming because there were two sets of doors that lead to the basement. The footsteps stopped outside the second set of doors and I stared waiting for it to open. But it never did.

"MOM?" I called out.

I waited with an apprehended breath as I listened for a reply but there was no answer. I gingerly made my way over to the door and swung it open. I froze at the sight before me. Nothing. Confused and a little scared I ran upstairs and into the living room where, through the window, I could see my parents pull up into the drive way.

Later that night I was just getting ready to go to bed. I had finished the last sentence of a book I was reading and looked up to place it on the night stand. When I looked up I realized I was not alone. A man stood at my bedroom door. I screamed so loud I was sure the whole neighborhood heard. I pulled the blankets up over my eyes and continued to scream.

My parents ran in trying to calm me down while frantically asking what had happened. I told them everything and they searched the house. They told me I must have been dreaming. But I made such a deal out of it we ended up moving.