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One summer night in highschool, I swear someone broke into our house and tried to enter my bedroom. I heard a rumbling downstairs at around 3 am when I was settling into bed after a long night of gaming downstairs. I initially thought it was a family member, but I started to get suspicious when I thought I heard my dad snoring through the door between the subtle chaos developing downstairs. As I opened the door slightly to see what was up, I heard something come running up the stairs. No one in my family would come running up wooden stairs at 3am when everyone was sleeping, so I instinctively shut the door as fast as I could. As I finished shutting the door, something or someone started pushing back to seemingly try and break into my room. I swear I held that door and fought back from these aggressive pushes for at least a minute until they stopped. I held that door close in a panic for what seemed like 15 additional minutes panicking about all the possibilities. Keep in mind, this was all happening after a recent murder in the town over that took place earlier that year. So, my young mind thought the worst.
Eventually I gathered the courage to open that door and run to my parent's room to alert them. My Dad and I ran downstairs to see what was going on, but there was NO trace of anything or *anyone * inside. We looked everywhere but the only thing weird was an unlocked but fully closed window.
This absolutely made me terrified for the rest of the summer and I was unable to sleep for almost a whole week afterwards. We never found out what happened or if it was even real! I still think about it to this day years later.