Babysitting my younger brother one night at our house. I was 16. He was 11. Parents were out for a night with some friends and supposed to be home around 2 or so. About midnight I looked out of my bedroom window and saw someone standing out by our garage. I thought it was brother for some reason. Went to go down the stairs to go outside. Brother came out of his room when he heard me walking down the stairs. Needless to say, I was a little more than a little bit freaked out. Called parents and they came home. Found nobody, of course.
I posted this months ago in another thread, but I shall share it again. When I was in high school I was babysitting for two neighborhood kids. The little girl, Emily, never wanted to go to sleep, she would come up with any excuse to not have to go to bed every weekend she tried to stay up later. So when she got up and told me she was scared to go to bed that she kept hearing voices. I wrote it off as her trying to get out of going to bed. I had put her and her brother (Justin) to bed an hour ago and the boy was already asleep. I humored her though and went into her room and listened. I didn’t hear a thing; I checked out her window everything and heard/saw nothing. So I compromised with her and laid in bed with her until she fell asleep. After she fell asleep I went in the hall and I heard voices.
I felt all the blood rush out of me and all I could think about was Emily coming into the living room an hour ago crying that she was scared that she had heard voices begging me to believe her. And the voices were coming from in the house, more specifically down the hall where Justin was. I went over to the room and knocked. I don’t know why I knocked, but I think I was just so scared I didn’t know what to do. The voices stopped instantly and I heard Justin it sounded like he was crying (he was around nine years old and his parents were taking a weekend trip away). I opened the door and he was laying face down on the bed crying. I was sort of relived I figured he was just upset his parents were going to be gone so long and I had made up the whispering in my head. So I went over to the bed and tried to ask Justin what was wrong. And he said “They’re here”.
The next thing I know I hear the closet door being banged opened and I heard screams. I just threw myself on Justin, I didn’t even bother with turning and seeing what was going on. I thought someone was in the house and they were going to kill us and I covered his body with mine. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do, I had already started to cry and begging things like “please take anything”, “don’t touch the kids” “please please I will do anything just don’t hurt us”. Then I realized that everyone was just laughing including Justin and I turned to see two of my friends in the room, they had thought it would be funny to play a joke on me. And we all lived in the same neighborhood so they got Justin in on it. They were just laughing and repeating everything I was saying mockingly I went from being terrified out of my mind to more enraged than I have ever been in my life. We eventually made up and then it was just this funny thing to tell people about.