Did you guys hear the news story about an ex-boyfriend hiding under a woman's bed in New Jersey for three days?! He didn't give a specific reason, seemed to be surviving on water, and confessed that he came in when she took the garbage out. How about the guy earlier this year hiding under a woman's bed in Florida? When she reached under looking for her cats, she touched his skin instead of one of her furbabies. And a few years ago in Japan a homeless woman was living in a man's closet for almost a year! There are a lot of stories about killers and squatters in attics, walls, basements, and closets and it's creepy!
Ever since I saw the movie When A Stranger Calls Back as a kid (where the killer paints himself into a wall so he can hide in plain sight in his victim's apartment) I've been terrified of people hiding in my house. Before I had a bedside lamp, I used to hit the light switch then dive into bed, afraid of someone's hands coming out to grab my ankles. It turns out I wasn't so irrational in thinking that crazy things could happen under there!
I've always been afraid to look out peepholes too. I know people aren't supposed to be able to see in, but it freaks me out. When Carrie and I lived together in college, one of her bedroom windows faced the front porch. We lived in a house on a main street and friends were constantly dropping by without warning. Normally that was fine, but on this day we were purposely ignoring a friend so we hung out in her room with most of the lights out, pretending we weren't home. When we heard a knock on the door, I crept over to the window, carefully parted the blinds about a centimeter, and just saw eyeballs!!! A friend of mine stopped by to say hi, saw me approach the window, and thought it'd be funny to stick his face right up to the glass. I screamed bloody murder and probably peed a little. Now I'm afraid to look out windows too.
Another time, in the same house, all of my roommates went to a party, but I had to work early the next morning so I stayed home. Around midnight I started hearing noises on the roof. Our house was situated on a hill and you could easily climb onto the roof without much effort from the front yard, which friends had done many times. I just froze in bed, totally paralyzed, listening to someone pace back and forth. My parents lived six blocks away so I called my dad and asked him come over to scope out the situation. It ended up being raccoons. Ha!
I'm also afraid of people hiding in closets or showers. I came home one night to find my front door wide open. Jacob was working out of town, but my BFF had just stayed the night so I assumed he left the door ajar and the wind popped it open. I went inside, but instantly got a really weird feeling and ran back to my car. My dad came to my rescue once again and searched the closets, showers, and under the beds with a baseball bat. The house was clear, but I still had a hard time sleeping that night.
Nothing has ever happened to me, but I can't stop being afraid.
Have you ever had an uninvited guest in your house? Tell me your creepy stories!
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