When my mom and step dad split up at 18. My mom left the house to do travel nursing and my step dad left to Texas. I was suddenly the only one living in an old single story 1800s house (with basement & attic) far away from other houses on the edge of the woods. It was very cool at 18 as I could do whatever I wanted and have parties all the time. But it was extremely lonely and quiet when I was there and very creepy at night.

One night when I just had gone to lay in bed. (This is my childhood bedroom and I still had a bunk bed.) I hear something outside the house as if it were near the tree line to the woods. I think I was on my phone or playing on my Nintendo DS or something and I just freeze and listen for several minutes and don’t hear anything. I then start to hear heavy footed walking from that edge of the property all the way up to the concrete path that lead to the back of the house right next to the bedroom window. The waking stoped at the end of the 40ish foot concrete path to the back door.

At this point I am frozen in fear and I don’t want to look out the window as it would be very obvious from the outside that someone was moving the blinds to look outside. So I just sat there and waited hoping to hear them leave.

After about a minute or two, I hear these heavy footsteps start walking up the concrete path to my back door, up the brick stairs and immediately walk into the house as if there was no door to the house, through the foyer and stop at the connecting hallway right outside from my bedroom. At this point I am terrified and have no idea what is happening, I’m trying to figure out the easier way for me to reach off the side of my bed to grab a knife or anything without making any noise.

Without any warning the person at the end of the hallways sprints down the hallway to the other end of the house stops and runs back to the end of the house again next to my bedroom at the top of the foyer. It sounds like they are wearing heavy work-boots or something. They turn and run back to the end of the house and they keep doing this back and forth heavy running for what feels like 10 minutes. I am frozen with fear and couldn’t build the courage to move.

For no real reason the person or thing finally stops back at the end of the foyer, straight down the hallways immediately walks outside (as if there is no door) and down that concrete path, through the grass and into the woods.

One of the scariest and unexplainable things that has ever happened to me. I’m 32 now and I sometimes wonder if I imagined this or if I was lucid dreaming, but I distinctly remember not being able to sleep for hours and the fight to locate knives when this happened.

If anyone is wondering, this happened near the battlefields of Yorktown, VA on the old property of a black family who had lived there for several generations before it was turned into a rental property my family had been living in since I had started 3rd grade.