“Late Night visitors”

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short scary story about a late night visitor

It was a rainy fall night. I had just finally gotten ready for bed. The window shade in my room was broken and I had to leave it open. I crawled into bed and rested my eyes for the night. It was around 12:30 in the morning I had heard a strange noise. 
I opened my eyes and I looked around my room several seconds. I heard screaming. It took several moments for me to realize the screaming was coming from inside my house. My room mate was screaming. 
She managed to yell out “INTRUDER” so I mustered up enough energy to get out of bed shut the bedroom door quietly and lock it. I moved a small dresser in front of the door. I turned around to my horror a face was staring at me threw the window. 
The curtains were up so you could see into my room. I realized the face had his or her hands cupped looking into my bedroom. I quickly ducked and hid under the bed. I heard pounding coming from the bedroom door that was barricaded. 
My heart dropped as I heard a sound of glass smashing. Whoever was at my window had thrown a big rock through it and the glass shattered all over the floor. Whoever was outside was now able to get into my room. I hid under the bed and held my breath praying…praying nothing would look under my bed and see me. 
I heard voices and I heard the dresser being moved. The bedroom door opens and closed as I heard voices walking down the hallway. I quietly called 9-11 and whispered what was happening. The operator stayed on the phone and reassured me the police where on there way. Suddenly the voices returned outside my bedroom door and I froze in fear as I could hear what they were saying “she’s in her room under the bed. 
We will take her. Yes we shall” I heard the bedroom door open suddenly police sirens were coming down the street and I peaked my head out from the bed in time as the two men jumped out of the broken window and darted off towards the woods. I told the police everything. They searched the house and then searched the woods. My room mate was ok. She gave a description of the two men but was able to fight the I e off and lock her door and she managed to hid in a crawl space in her room nobody knew about. 
Other than what she told the police and what I had said  They found nothing. A couple months later I woke up to a loud “Tap” noise at my window. “Tap Tap Tap” the same man was staring at me. And was drooling. This scared me so much the first time that I went out and bought gun. 
I took out the gun and aimed it at the man. He took off on all fours running towards the woods. The next morning there was a ouija board lying on the porch with a message 
 
“We are always watching”
 
I showed this to my roommate and we both moved out. 
About four years later I heard on the news a familiar Story about two people breaking into a home in the middle of the night. 
I dropped my coffee as on the tv it was the same two men who wrote us that letter they killed a women. 
And I noticed the room they were in. The murder took place in my bedroom at the apartment we had just moved out of.


Submitted: October 30, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Nick meraglio. All rights reserved.

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