This was back a few years ago when I lived with my parents still during my last couple of years living there, and before I left for college, my parents bought and moved us into a new home.
It was farther away from the city, and even most of the suburbs, it felt very isolated in woods, and it was kind of a mansion, at least in my eyes, even though it was just the 3 of us living there, he had family that stayed with us a lot, so I think this was their biggest excuse for getting. A bigger house than we needed anyway.
This week was actually the rare time where my parents were the only once actually flying out to say the rest of our family, they offered for me to come with, but I didn't want to miss a week of school and had to do all the homework and stuff. So I just stayed back and watched the house for them one thing.
I found out very quickly at this new house was that I didn't like being alone in it.
The place was just so large and there were so many long hallways with empty spare rooms that it felt uncomfortable. Not to mention; the place was built over a century ago, which was kind of creepy on its own. I was old enough to kind of ignore the uneasiness. But it still never went away.
The first 2 days that my parents were gone, everything was fine. I went to school, hang out with some friends and just chilled at home on the 3rd day, I did the usual going to school and then getting food with my buddies afterward, not getting back to the home until 6 or 7 PM that night, it was already pretty dark out. And I was kind of exhausted wanting to just lay in bed for the rest of the night.
I headed inside and dropped my school stuff by the door then walked up to the 2nd floor pretty much right. When I looked down the long main upstairs hallway, I noticed something off one of the spare bedroom doors were open. I didn't immediately think there was actually something wrong, but it just brought that uneasiness back that I always felt I walked down and looked into the spare room. It just had a bed and a couple of random pieces of furniture, but aside from that, there was nothing there, I closed the door but still fell off about it.
The thing is, my room was at the end of this hallway as walked past all these doors multiple times a day, and I can't see how much I wouldn't noticed this door being open. Until just now I always hated when the doors were left open in this massive house. Because it just feels weird to walk past, so many open rooms. Then for chilling, I did a short walk through of the house not looking into every room but just looking for any signs that something was off. Seeing nothing else I figured, I just never noticed the open door and I try to not left let it creep me out too much. Maybe it could have been even opened up on its own while I was out of the house, like if it wasn't fully closed already.
I went to my room and turned on the TV trying to ease my mind. Unfortunately, it didn't help much. I kept thinking about the fact that I was alone in a huge mansion but no won to know what was going on in any of the other rooms. Not that something was going on. But it was the unknown that was creepy about it. 45 minutes to an hour went by before I was getting hungry for dinner.
I left my room and headed down the hallway into the 1st floor, another kind of strange thing about living in-house like this was time that almost never the lights on so constantly I was walking past dark rooms and shadows. While I was in the kitchen, I kept thinking I was seeing something in the far living room. Every time I'd look up the room was dark and nothing was there. I thought I was going crazy, everything was just getting to my head, and I really don't want to give in to the what I thought was unwarranted, anxious feelings, I was heaven. I told myself I was creeped over nothing and just ignored it.
I made dinner then walked back to my room. But when I got up to the hallway, I instantly felt a chill run through me, the door was open again and frozed up and just teared down the dark hallway for maybe an entire minute, I couldn't think of how this was happening in the moment, I was genuinely considering whether this place was haunted. I never believed in that stuff but that was before living in a creepy as 100-year-old mansion. In the middle of the woods, I quietly walked back up to the spare room, pushing the door more open and looking in it looked exactly the same as it did before I walked in and looked for any subtle signs like a dirty shoe print or something that had been moved, but I found nothing at all only getting more.
Uneasy, I left and went to my room, closing and locking the door. I sent a text to my parents not trying to sound too alarmed, but just asking if they noticed the spare room door opening or if there was a problem with it or something they respondented, quietly saying they hadn't notice anything wasn't really sure what I was talking about. I said to not worry about it, and it was probably nothing. But honestly, I was getting more unsettled by the minute it was like my gut knew something wasn't right.
I think I was in my room sitting on the bed with the TV on and eating for 10 minutes when I heard what sounded exactly like footsteps. In the hallway, I quickly reached for the remote and paused the TV just quick enough to hear a thump right outside my bedroom door my heart was racing. There was a long pause, no sound in the house at all, which made me too scared to even move than whoever the hell was outside my room softly and slowly knocked on the other side of the door like, they were just tapping on it, I couldn't believe this was happening. It was so surreal that I didn't know how to react they didn't knock or tap on the door for what felt like a whole minute after that. So eventually I thought of calling the cops.
It wouldn't be helpful since it had take at least 10 to 15 minutes for them to get here, so I had to hold off on my own. The only response I got was 3 more knocks at the door still in that slow, calm way that they did before. Finally, I decided to call the police I figured if they were just going to stand out there and wait, then this was the best move I got on the line with an operator giving my address and everything they asked what was the person doing now and I started saying that they were just standing outside my bedroom door then I heard a loud scratching sound against the wood.
It was one long scratch like they were scraping something against the door I started kind of freaking out pleading for them to get here quickly, the door handle started moving back-and-forth, but thank God, I locked it, another minute or so passed before 3 more knocks stabbed against the door and then it went quiet again, it stayed quite the whole 10 minutes. I waited for the cops to arrive; when they did there was no one outside my bedroom anymore, the only sign left behind from them was a long gash, carved into the backside of the door clearly from a knife, the officer's tried to investigating where they could have gotten inside from, but honestly it was nearly impossible with how many entrances and windows that there were in the house all so most of the windows had old and unreliable locking mechanics.
Ultimately, no real needs or anything were found; my parents flew home as soon as they could. While nothing else ended up happening. I never felt safe in that house anymore, every hallway and empty room.
It felt even more eerie and the woods surrounding the house were just unsettling.
Just a week after the incident, I could have sworn, I saw someone standing in the woods, not far from the window, but it was dark or maybe it was just a shadow.
Thankfully, I don't live there anymore and my parents sold the place just a couple months ago. Whatever was going on that house or whoever was stalking us in it will remain unknown.