This was possibly the scariest moment of my entire life and I didnt speak about it until recently because I worried of both the backlash and I was absolutely terrified of speaking about it, but I wanted to share it because it has really been weighing heavy on my mind lately and I'd say I even have some ptsd from this. My ex and I had moved to a duplex with a friend of mine. I lived on the bottom floor. For about a month before this happened I was constantly seeing helicopters fly over my house with search lights. It was almost every single night and they even would get pretty low to where leaves would flight around and my whole house would be lit up with light at night. I always complained about it and my boyfriend would always just say, "its probably the police searching for someone" I would say, "almost every night?" And he just claimed crime was getting worse around our city. One night it happened again and I saw the light shine through our windows and I heard someone messing with the doorknob to our backdoor frantically. I figured it was someone on the run breaking in and my ex was sound asleep next to me. I was so afraid I hid under the covers and tried to act asleep. I heard the door slam open and someone come inside. I waited a few minutes and heard rustling around. I finally turned my head slowly to look, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I WAS NOT expecting what I saw. Quick bit of information, the backdoor is on the right side of the house and immediately when you walk in there is our washer and dryer with cabinets full of towels and blankets right above the washer and dryer.
Standing in front of the washer and dryer with the cabinets wide open was a tall, extremely slender figure. Id say about 6'2 or so with skin that was pale bluish grey and it looked rough. It was not wearing any clothes and I know this sounds silly, but it didn't have human features from behind...it did not have a human butt, and its hips and thighs were a lot more slender than the upper body. It was bald and its whole body was covered in the same dry looking bluish skin. It was digging through the cabinets frantically!! Just throwing each item behind its shoulders. I was so fucking scared I quietly put my head under the covers and was trying so hard to control my frantic breathing and not make the bed creak so it would hear me. I heard the rustling continue and heard some similar noises and then I heard the backdoor slam again. I waited a few minutes to make sure it didn't come back in and finally let out my breath. I did not get back out from under the covers or wake my bf. I was too afraid. I just stayed quiet and awake until I fell asleep from exhaustion in the early morning hours. I woke up to day light and I was startled almost hoping I'd imagined it all but I knew it was far too real. I get up(my bf is still sleeping.) I look over towards the backdoor...the door was still cracked open and the cabinets were still ajar. Everything was still scattered all over the floor where I saw it rummaging. I never saw the searchlights again after this night. I feel so uneasy even typing this, but I have been wanting to share this somewhere online to get it off my chest. I wanted to mention one other thing and im not sure if this has anything to do with the situation, but I do live about 30 minutes away from a major airforce base. I dont work there or even know anyone who does. This was just a random thing that happened and scared me to my very core. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Submitted October 11, 2022 at 01:45AM by chelsoyaki https://ift.tt/h420mJw
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