This happened a few years ago, and I still can’t explain it.
I was home alone one night, just watching videos in my room.
My parents were out, and my brother was staying at a friend’s house.
So the house was completely empty.
Or at least… that’s what I thought.
Around 1 AM, I heard something downstairs.
At first, I ignored it.
I thought maybe it was just the fridge or something falling.
But then I heard it again.
A slow… heavy… footstep.
Like someone was walking.
I froze.
I took off