10. We had a strong sense we needed to leave the house

“So, this happened senior year of high school. My best friend and I were at her house (which was way up in one of the canyons and she had a long, windy driveway). We had been there all day and her mom had gone out and she and I were supposed to go meet a couple friends in Hollywood that night.

Anyways, we had been goofing around all day and watching scary movies at whatnot and we started to get ready. Her bathroom had one of those his/her double sink deals so she was near one and I was at the other. All of a sudden I got the creepiest feeling, like, all of the hair on my arms stood up and I had this sudden feeling of panic. To this day it is the most terrified I have ever been. I was putting on eyeliner when it happened and I caught her eye in the mirror and said, “We need to leave. Right now.”

I thought she would be like, what? you’re being ridiculous or what have you, but instead she said, “I know.” My blood ran cold when she said it. We left so quickly that we just grabbed what was in front of us. We booked it out of her house and down the driveway (which we weren’t supposed to be on bc her mom had just had it repaved) and her car was parked down on the street. We rounded the curve in the driveway and there was an SUV parked dead center in the middle of the street without its lights on. Suddenly, the lights turned on full blast, the SUV blared its horn and took off. We scrambled the rest of the way down (totally ruining the new paving) and were getting into her car and calling the police when her mom pulled up right behind us.

To this day, I do not know if it was a robber or what, but the fact that she and I both got the sense of dread at the exact same time creeps me out to no end.” — Kasparian

11. There were footprints leading up to my window

“Some years back now, my mom went on a vacation with a friend of hers to Florida or somewhere for a week and a half during the winter, so I was alone at home for the time and took advantage of it by setting up my consoles on the big living room TV. One night it was snowing, and throughout the night I felt really uncomfortable. Granted, this was day 6 of 11 and I’ve never actually been alone in the house for that long before, so I just chalked it up to loneliness. The snow stopped sometime in the middle of the night, I went to sleep on the couch around 2am.

Next morning, plows came down the street and cleared them up as usual. I had left to pick up some stuff at the store down the street, but I stopped almost immediately when I got off my porch. There were footprints in the snow leading up to the large bay window on the side of the house, a set leading towards, and away. The ones leading in were slightly filled from snowfall, then there were two footprints positioned right next to the ‘far’ corner of the window, close to the rear porch and some largish bushes, that were finely detailed and pointed toe towards the wall. Someone had been standing outside the window for a while, at least, staring into my house, and left when the snow stopped. The tracks started and ended at the street, so where they came from and where they went afterwards were destroyed by the plows.

I have since bought large tint sheets to cover said window, hung thick, dark curtains, and rearranged furniture to cover the entire bottom 1/3 of the entire window length. Fuck that shit ever again, I’m a 31 year old man and the idea of someone just staring into my house through the windows gives me the kind of tense anxious horror I felt when I almost fell off a 15′ cliff. I can’t even sit by windows at night without fully closing curtains.” — Ruinga