September 2003 Page 31
This happened to me when I was 19 years old and in college. I'm still not sure what happened that night. I was up until 3:30 a.m. working on a project that was due the next day. It was almost four in the morning when I finally crawled into bed. I remember not even turning off the lights because I was so tired and I distinctly remember thinking, "Thank God, I'll finally be able to get some sleep."
It was in early October so all the windows in my room were open. One of my brothers was still out that night and knew he'd be home soon, so it was no surprise to me when I started to hear someone slowly and quietly walking up the stairs. My bedroom faces the front of the house and my door was opened half-way. The house I grew up in is well over 100 years old and the floors under the carpets are wood, so they makes a lot of noise when people walk around, especially at night.
I said loudly, "You're caught. Just go upstairs already," figuring it was him sneaking back into the house. But the footsteps stopped. About one minute later, it started again, but this time coming toward my room. The movements were very slow and I thought it was a burglar. Sleep was the last thing on my mind now, so I got out of bed ready to club them over the head with a baton when they came through my door. Just as my door started to slowly open wider and I thought I was going to die of freight, I heard my brother yelling at the top of his lungs from outside.
My heart dropped. I didn't know whether to run to the window or door. Then I heard what sounded like footsteps running back down the stairs - very fast. I ran to my parents' room to tell them that someone was in the house. I didn't mentioned anything about my brother because I didn't want to worry them even more. We checked the whole house, but no one was there. The doors were still locked and no windows were broken. I even doubled checked. I know someone was there, although my parents said I must have fallen asleep and dreamed it. But I knew I didn't.
Then an hour later (after 5 a.m.), my brother finally came home. Apparently, two guys tried to break into his car an hour before, but he and friend starting yelling and chased them away. I said I heard him yell, but he insisted that was impossible - it happened in front of his friend's house who lives over 30 miles away! I know I heard him that night and I know that his yell chased away my intruder too! But I still don't know how.
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