Me and my little sister were staying home alone a night ago, because our mother was out of town to work, and our father was abroad. It was two in the morning and I was still in front of the computer, while my sister was sleeping in the bedroom with the lights on.
Finally I felt really sleepy and decided to go to bed. I turned off the kitchen lights and went to the bathroom. There was where I heard the water being flushed in the bathroom from the upper apartment. I thought nothing of it and went to the bedroom. Just as I put on my pajamas I remembered I didn't turn off the computer and went back to the kitchen. I turned it off and was about to leave the room, when I heard cracking steps from upstairs, in the kitchen above. I again thought nothing of it and went to sleep.
I heard them again, this time in the room above our bedroom. It was like a pair of step
shoes was knocking on a hollow wooden floor. I started to count, and shiver at the same time. First it knocked seven times. Then it reduced it to five times, then three, and the last knock was just once.
Suddenly an awful thought crossed through my mind - there was nobody in that apartment. There was once an old woman with her two sons, but now she was living in a village and the boys were abroad. Also, another horrible thought - I could hear the noise no matter the room I was in. Could this... thing, follow me in some way?! It knew in which room I was - first in the bathroom, then in the kitchen, and then - in the bedroom?!
I was cuddling in bed, scared by these things, when I realized the knocking had stopped. I counted 7, then 5, then 3, then 1... at an interval of two... And when I heard the last knock, I somehow knew what was going to happen - there was nobody there anymore. The person (or something) was coming downstairs!!!
Just as I thought that, I heard knocking on my front door. This was when my heart went down my spine. I was so afraid I needed to go to the bathroom. I was very worried about my sister who was sleeping so still. I went out in the corridor to check through the spy hole, but it was dark outside in the landing. But I could see a dark silhouette from the other side of the door. He was breathing heavily. I couldn't make a single move!! I thought of a phone, but my bill wasn't paid and I couldn't make any calls. I felt so helpless and frightened, horror was bumping simultaneously with my heart.
I silently stepped back and went back to the bedroom. I woke my sister up and, trying not to scare her, explained to her that we must go to the kitchen (the only room whose door can be locked). We went there, I locked the door and grabbed a knife.
I didn't fall asleep until dawn. In the morning I went outside.
There were steps of muddy shoes on our doormat, so I called the police.
When they came, they found the upper apartment's front door wide open, with all the furniture upside down, all the place covered with muddy steps.
They haven't caught the intruder yet...
