Scary Stories - 6 | To give some background information, this

To give some background information, this
event occurred a little over a year ago, and
I still haven’t been able to even begin
to get over it. I’m a 22 year old 5’4
female, and at the time I was 21. My family
and I had recently moved to a new town that
was a fair amount more rural than the town
I had previously lived in, and our new house
was a large ranch-style house with a basement.
I was home from college, and my parents had
left for the week to celebrate their wedding
anniversary with their friends who lived several
hours away.
Before I continue, I’ll give a quick layout
of the house so that you’ll be able to imagine
the setting a bit more clearly. There were
3 doors which led into the house. One on the
front porch, a sliding glass door on the back
porch (which did have a lock and floor-length
curtains for privacy), and another door on
the other side of the wall from my bedroom
which led into the garage and basement. When
you walk out of my bedroom and turn, you can
see all the way across the house (kitchen,
living room, dining area) to the door of my
parents bedroom and the stairs leading up
from the basement.
It had been a few days since my parents left,
and I hadn’t had any problems. They had
sent me a couple messages on Facebook letting
me know that they arrived to their friend’s
house safely, and were having a good time.
The day had gone well, and I was sure to check
that I’d locked all the doors of the house
once the sun started to go down.
It was about 11pm and I was doing my nightly
routine of laying in bed and messing around
on the computer when I suddenly got this sinking
feeling of dread. I felt as if I was being
watched. It was summer and we didn’t have
A/C, so I had a large box fan in the window
blowing the cool night air into my stiflingly
hot room. But once that feeling settled over
me, I decided that I should remove the fan
and close the window, just in case.
Once removing the fan, shutting and locking
the window, and pulling down the curtain I
felt a bit better. However, I still couldn’t
shake the feeling of dread. I lay back in
bed and tried to continue what I was doing,
though I didn’t put my headphones back on.
After a few minutes, I began to hear something
that sounded like light scratching.
I sat still in bed, listening to the sound,
trying to pinpoint what it was and if I recognized
it at all. Our new house, although relatively
close in distance to our neighbors, had a
fair amount of forest around it. So, I thought
the scratching may have been an animal, or
someone’s dog that got loose and wanted
to come inside. After a few minutes the scratching
stopped, and everything returned to silence.
So, I figured that I was probably right and
that it must have been an animal. My relief
was short-lived, as soon after the scratching
stopped, from the other side of the wall I
began to hear slow footsteps descending into
the basement.
This is when I knew I was completely fucked.
There was no way I could get out of the house
without walking past the basement stairs.
We didn’t have a house phone, and at the
time I was in the process of getting a new
cell-phone because mine was broken beyond
repair. I sat there for a few seconds wondering
what the hell I should do. I knew that I would
need to get out of the house as soon as possible,
and that the more time I wasted the worse
it would be for me.
I contemplated popping the screen out of my
bedroom window and jumping out, but it was
far enough off the ground that there was a
good chance I would end up getting hurt if
I did. Not to mention that if I jumped out
the window and hurt myself, I wouldn’t be
able to run for help and I would be right
next to the door that whoever was in my house
had gone in through.
So, I decided to very carefully and quietly
open my door and peek out around the corner,
and if the coast was clear, I would make a
mad dash for the front door and sprint to
my neighbors house. I very slowly opened my
bedroom door, letting my eyes adjust to the
darkness of the house before creeping around
the corner and looking to see if I was safe
to make a run for it.
What I saw nearly made me vomit.
As my eyes scanned the house, I noticed that
something was off. I squinted hard as I looked
over at the basement stairs, and was able
to make out the shape of a man. What made
it worse? He wasn’t just standing at the
top of the stairs, he was fucking crawling
up them like some kind of nightmare creature.
I quickly backed into my room again, shutting
and locking the door as quietly as I could.
I didn’t think he’d seen me, but there
was no way that I was going to make a run
for it now. My only choice was to pop the
screen and jump out the window.
As I was unlocking and opening my window,
I heard the handle to my bedroom door turn.
Once the man realized that it was locked,
in a sickeningly sweet “sing-song” voice
he cooed, “I know you’re in there…”
This was followed by a loud cackle and what
I can only imagine was him throwing himself
at full force against my door.
I ripped the screen out of the window and
flung myself out.
I landed wrong on my right foot, and I was
sure that I’d hurt my ankle, but at the
time I couldn’t think of anything other
than getting as far away as possible. I got
up and ran as fast as I could to my neighbor’s
house, knocking on their door in a panicked
frenzy and ringing the bell over and over.
I looked over at my house as I was yelling
for my neighbors to let me in, and I swear
to fucking god, I could see the man standing
at my window… waving at me.
My neighbors finally opened the door after
what felt like forever and I managed to explain
well enough what was going on for them to
let me in and call the police. I stayed with
them until the police arrived. The police
searched my house and found that the lock
to the basement had been picked, and that
the door to my bedroom was hanging off the
hinges. They weren’t able to find the man
anywhere, and because I had only seen him
for a split second in the dark, I couldn’t
provide them with a good description of him.
Of course, I got into contact with my parents
immediately and they hurried home. The police
took my statement and searched the area for
the man, but of course they came up with nothing.
After this event, my parents and I were sure
to add deadbolt locks to the door leading
into the basement and to the door leading
out of the basement to the rest of the house,
they also helped me pay to get a new phone.
What really bothers me about all of this is
that nothing was stolen, there wasn’t even
any evidence that the guy had looked through
anything while he’d been in my house.