When I was about 15, my family of five lived in an extremely small house. Two bedrooms upstairs and then the living room on the same floor and on the ground floor we have a washroom and kitchen.
Whenever I was tired of my siblings fighting, I would sleep downstairs. One night I was lying on the couch facing the front door and watching the sky through the window, suddenly a face showed up in the window elucidated by a lighter. I freeze, and the face goes away. I was a little stressed out, thinking it was maybe our freak neighbours seeing if my parents were still awake or not, and then suddenly it showed up again. I tried to scream and shout but my mouth got stuck and I was not able to make a single noise. My body froze and I was feeling a little cold and chilly.
That person whom I saw kicked the main door of the house and walked into the room, he sees me, smiles at me and goes towards the kitchen. As he came out of the kitchen, he was holding a knife in his hand. I screamed out of my stomach and my dad made it down the stairs and the guy ran out from our house. I still can’t sleep easily on couches from that day.
That was not more than a horror night for me.
