For the rest of the month, I decided to post these ten one- shot stories. I've been watching/ hearing a lot of scary stories from youtubers, and so far I really like their content. These stories are fictional, I did not steal them from Reddit or anywhere else. With that, the stories are not connected in any way. I made them up on the spot. Sorry if there's any spelling/ grammar errors!

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Story One

Sam.

The Break- In

When I was fourteen, I was home alone one night while my parents and grandmother went to a party. I wasn't able to go since I got grounded for some stupid reason. This wasn't the first time I was home alone, so I was use to it. Since I got grounded, I wasn't able to bring friends, which sucked. At that time, I was going through a goth phase and rebelled against my parents, which you could guess, got me grounded in the first. I didn't care.

I was in the living room, watching "Supernatural", even though I was grounded and not watching TV was part of the punishment. It was quiet for a hour or so, but it wasn't until I heard a creak in the kitchen. I shrugged it off and continued watching television. I thought it was my cat just walking around. Then I heard a kitchen door which lead to the outside world, shut.

Loudly.

I got up and muted the television. I thought it was my parents and grandmother coming home early, but why didn't they go through the front door? I looked at the window and didn't see their car in the driveway. That's when I got scared. Luckily there was a phone on the table, nearby the couch. I grabbed it, turned off the TV and ran to my bedroom. I was stupid, running while someone could easily hear, and I blew my cover.

I ran as fast as I could and as I got in, I locked the door. I remember this part vividly. I was freaking out and got under my bed. I heard someone running up the stairs and across the hall and trying to turn my bedroom doorknob. The robber then tried to jimmied the door. Then he tried to break into my room by kicking. I dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

I didn't say anything, lying under the bed while deep inside being scared for life.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

I still didn't say anything and the operator said they're going to send the police. Five minutes later the police showed up and caught the guy, who meanwhile was hiding in the bathroom. He turned out to be serial rapist and broke out of prison a few weeks before. The police officer convinced me to get out of my room, telling me that I'm safe. I saw what the guy did to my door, which had scuff marks and dirty shoe prints almost everywhere. My parents and grandmother arrived ten minutes after and were glad I was okay. After that event, I went everywhere with my family even though I was grounded or didn't want to go.

I'm 32 now and it still freaks me out, wondering that he would've done to me. Heed my advice: Trust your gut whenever you're home alone.