This is a short story of a scary experience I had in the first house I grew up in. I was probably 4 at the time. We were having a family reunion at our house and had everybody over. Lots of food and lots of play to be had with all of my cousins. I remember being tired and wanting to go to sleep just when the sun went down, so I went to my room and fell asleep.
I had woken up to someone knocking at my window, but it wasn't a polite knock. It was like pounding more so than anything. I didn't think anything of it except that it was probably one of my cousins being mean or something. The knocking hadn't stopped. It was just a constant knocking. I got out of bed to see who it was. I walked over to the window and opened my curtains, and while the loud knocking was still happening, there was no one there in front or on the side of the window.
I remember my breathing getting really heavy and tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't move I was so scared. Somehow I broke free of paralysis and ran out to the living room, which was empty other than the TV being on, the clock on the wall that read almost 3am and my mother asleep on the couch. It definitely wasn't my cousins now. Funny thing that happened is while I was yelling and shaking my mom to wake her up I peed straight through my underwear and all over her face. Talk about a rude awakening! That's all that I remember about that incident.
I do remember the first encounter ever that happened to me, which was in this house. I woke up early in the morning and everyone was still asleep. I was making a bowl of cereal in the kitchen when I started to feel kind of weird. I opened the fridge door to get the milk and I looked toward the other end of the kitchen and saw a hand, just a hand, slowly fingering for me to "come here". I did, right away as a matter of fact thinking it was my dad, but when I turned the corner no one was around. They were all sleeping still. Pretty creepy house. It's for sale now. You can check out the pics on the link I'll post in the comments section.
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