This story happened years ago, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about it every now and then. I was about 13 or 14 and was babysitting two boys for some church members. I had done it before, the kids loved me and the parents were very comfortable with me. This was a night where they were going to be gone for until about 2:30 in the morning. I was doing it for free that day because they were going to do something church related and that’s just how I rolled. Anyway, the place they lived in was an apartment complex, you know, one of those small ones that had two floors. They were on the bottom floor with two bedrooms on either side of the apartment, a kitchen on the left and the living room on the right, with the sliding glass door to a small patio and a bathroom next to the front door. It was around 1:30am and I knew they would be getting home soon. The kids were already knocked out. I grabbed a couple of DVDs to watch to make the night go quicker. I was already very tired and had drifted in and out of sleep a couple times already. All of a sudden, I hear knocking on the front door. Knowing the parents had a key I did nothing but sit there in the dark with the TV glowing. Being a paranoid person whos seen enough horror movies, I grabbed the baseball bat that was next to the couch. What happened next will haunt me forever. I heard a low voice, almost like a young woman’s whisper, “Oh dear, that won’t help you.” My heart stopped. I realized the patio door didn’t have the blinds shut. My eyes shift slowly to the door and I see someone on the patio staring right at me. I couldn’t make anything out other than that they were very short and wide. I screamed and ran into the kid’s room. Thankfully they were still asleep. This was before I had a cell phone and there were no cordless phones in the house. All I did was push the dresser in front of the door and stared at the one window of the room, hoping not to see anything through it. A shadow loomed on the window. The knocking started again and the woman’s voice called out “Come on Dear, I won’t hurt you. Please come out.” The window was being knocked on so hard I was afraid it would break. The kids woke up screaming and horrified by the loud knocking. Knowing I had two young, terrified kids with me I became vulnerable and afraid. Within two seconds I hear the father yell out “Hey! Who the hell are you!” and the person running away. The front door opened and there was harsh knocking on the kids bedroom door. Thankfully it was the parents. After I let them in and put the dresser back, I explained what happened and they called the police. When they arrived they found nothing but the bushes that hide the patio, cut up and ripped. Possibly for whomever it was to get through. The family moved away about 5 months later and I never babysat anyone ever again. I know the woman was long gone, but to this day, every time I hear a knock, a chill runs through me. So, I was an anxious kid. I was always kind of afraid to be left alone without my parents, even with my older sister and two younger sisters. I just sort of always had this feeling that something bad was going to happen. One of the scariest nights of my childhood happened when I was about 14 years old and my parents went out with a few friends for a couple of hours. I had that bad feeling that I always get when they leave, and begged my parents not to go. I always begged them not to go, so they didn’t think much of it. There was one particular restaurant near my neighborhood that had no cell phone service. It just happened to be that this particular night my parents were going to that restaurant. I lived in a rural area in United States. The driveway of my house takes a good few minutes to walk down, but we also had close neighbors. One of these neighbors were having a party that same night. My older sister was babysitting and had a friend over to help her pass the time. All three of my sisters and her friend were watching Titanic. I was playing computer games in our office which is just off of the living room and placed directly in front of the front door. It was peaceful and I was distracted from my anxiety. Out of nowhere, I hear blood curdling screams coming from outside. It sounded like a young woman. She was screaming for help and for someone to come outside. She was relentless. My sister, knowing better than to open the door, grabbed all of us, a pellet gun and locked us all in the bathroom. The woman continued to scream the most awful, horrific scream you could imagine. We called my parents over and over again but the calls never went through. We called 911 and told them what was happening. I knew that eventually my mom would go outside of the restaurant to check her phone, just in case. Waiting while locked in the bathroom as the screams were closing in on our front door seemed like forever. We sat in dead silence. All I could hear were the woman’s petrifying screams over the soundtrack of Titanic. The whole situation was extremely eerie. Some time passes and we heard the sirens flying down our road. The woman must’ve heard them too because the screaming stopped. Our parents arrived at the same time the police did. The police searched the property that same night and then came out the next morning in the daylight to search again, this time for blood, tracks, signs of struggle, anything that indicated foul play. They couldnt find anything. I always wondered whether that woman really needed help or if it was all a trap. We thought maybe she got into trouble at the party down the street but the logical part of my brain tells me that doesn’t make sense. She chose the 4th house on the street with the longest driveway to seek help. She also disappeared as soon as the police arrive. My parents didn’t leave us alone at night for a long time after that…