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In this chilling video, we explore 6 true scary stories that happened in the middle of the night — real-life encounters that will send shivers down your spine. From eerie footsteps echoing in the dark to terrifying shadow figures standing by the bed, each story reveals how the ordinary turns horrifying when the sun goes down.
These real horror stories are based on true events shared by people who will never forget what happened to them. So turn off the lights, put on your headphones, and get ready for a night of fear you’ll never forget.
👁🗨 WARNING: These stories are not for the faint-hearted. Viewer discretion is advised.
📌 Chapters:
0:00 – Introduction
0:50 – Story 1: The Knock at 3 A.M.
3:42 – Story 2: The Window Whisperer
6:25 – Story 3: The Thing in the Hallway
9:10 – Story 4: The Silent Caller
12:05 – Story 5: The Door That Opened Itself
15:00 – Story 6: The Last Night Alone
These real horror stories are based on true events shared by people who will never forget what happened to them. So turn off the lights, put on your headphones, and get ready for a night of fear you’ll never forget.
👁🗨 WARNING: These stories are not for the faint-hearted. Viewer discretion is advised.
📌 Chapters:
0:00 – Introduction
0:50 – Story 1: The Knock at 3 A.M.
3:42 – Story 2: The Window Whisperer
6:25 – Story 3: The Thing in the Hallway
9:10 – Story 4: The Silent Caller
12:05 – Story 5: The Door That Opened Itself
15:00 – Story 6: The Last Night Alone
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00:00When I was a much younger man, I used to work as a security guard at a chemical plant down
00:23in my home country of Mexico. And since I didn't kiss my boss's culo like some of the other guards
00:29did, I worked all night shifts all the time. Now I thought I'd hate it at first, but after a couple
00:35of weeks, I realized it wasn't just easy, it was kind of peaceful too. Some of the other guards used
00:41to say it creeped them out to hang around a closed down factory at night, but I didn't mind it. But
00:47not until I found those kids. Just over a year into the job, one of the bar gates on the plant's
00:55front entrance suffered a minor malfunction. It could have been a local teenager who broke it,
01:01or maybe they just figured it out or overheard it someplace, but the bar didn't completely lock
01:07when it was down. Meaning a person could just stop, get out and lift up the bar before a second person
01:13drove the car right through into the plant. Now the first time I saw a car parked around the back of
01:18the plant, I shined my flashlight at it, and it took off toward the front gate like a bat out of
01:24hell. I chased it around front, knowing they'd have to stop to lift up the bar, but I wasn't fast
01:30enough and they got away. I figured it was a bunch of drug addicts coming to steal whatever they could
01:35get their hands on, but then a couple of nights later, when I saw another car, I caught quite a sight
01:41after creeping up on one. Now two teenagers, a boy and a girl, trading kisses like it was their last
01:48night on earth. All I wanted to do was tell them to move on, but they were so embarrassed they took
01:54off like a couple of frightened javelinas. The closest town was a real conservative Catholic
02:00kind of place, and a lot of those kids' fathers were plant employees. This meant that they didn't
02:06want word of their actions spreading around the locker rooms, and usually all it took was a wave of
02:10my flashlight and the cars would disappear like magic. But then came the time when my magic trick
02:17didn't work, and when I shined my flashlight on the trespassing car, it didn't move. I figured it
02:23was only a matter of time before I got some pushback from some of the kids. Word of a good make-out spot
02:29spread fast among high schoolers back then. Hell, it probably still does today, so I figured the sooner
02:35or later I'd get a couple of kids who just wouldn't leave at the sight of my flashlight. Now,
02:40I walked towards the car, giving them a friendly warning about how they didn't have to go home,
02:45but they couldn't stay there. And the engine was off, and I figured the sound of my voice
02:50would have it starting up, but it didn't. I was walking up to the back of the car, and since I
02:56could see that there were people inside through the rear window, I called out again and asked them
03:01to leave. It feels dumb to say it now, but when they didn't respond that time either,
03:06I got kind of frustrated, and then as I walked up on that passenger window, I yelled out,
03:12Hey, I'm talking to you. But the kids inside that old car couldn't hear a word I was saying,
03:20because both of them were dead. The boy in the driver's seat was only sitting upright because the
03:27wire he'd been strangled with was tied to the headrest. His tongue was out, and his face and hands
03:33looked bright blue in the beam of my flashlight. The girl next to him looked like she'd been stabbed
03:39in the side of the neck, and there was a ton of dried blood all over her left side and all over the
03:45center console too. It was the worst thing I'd ever seen in my life, not just because of how bloody it
03:51was, or how I hadn't expected to find the two bodies, but because their eyes were wide open when
03:57I found them. The girls were half closed, she looked sleepy, but the boys were almost bulging
04:03out of their sockets, and that final look of death terror was preserved for me to see.
04:10I ran to the plant security office and called the cops, and then a short while later, a single
04:15officer drove over from the town precinct to check out what I'd reported. By the time my shift ended,
04:21the back of the plant surrounding the car was a crime scene, with a bunch of cops all walking
04:26around while a police photographer took pictures of the bodies. The guy replacing me was asking if
04:33I was alright because he must have seen how shaken up I was. I told him I was fine, I just needed a day
04:39off to drink and forget, but as much as I tried, I couldn't shake the image of those two kids sitting
04:45in that car. After that, every time I did a foot patrol around the plant, I'd find myself lingering
04:51near the spot I used to find the cars, and it took me a while to face up to it, but I was truly haunted
04:57by what I saw that night. I found a security job someplace else in the months that followed, then
05:03about a year later, I moved to Arizona with my heavily pregnant wife. Tucson is crazy in its own
05:10way, but it's my home now, and while all kinds of terrible stuff happens on this side of the border
05:16too, I actually have faith that the police want to do something about the crimes that happen here,
05:21and I can't say that for my country of birth. It seems odd to think that seeing something so terrible
05:28was the start of my journey to the US, but it also reminds me of something my abuelita used to say
05:34when I was growing up. She used to say, there is no evil from which good does not come.
05:40My name's Katie, I'm almost 30, and I'm a huge fan. I went through a really stressful and scary time
05:57last year, and your videos helped me so much, so I thought a good way of thanking you would be to write
06:02an account of what happened to me so you can share it with your viewers. So in April of last year, I was
06:08lying in bed and scrolling through Instagram when a message request suddenly appeared in my DMs.
06:14I get scammers sending me sketchy links from time to time, and I usually just block them,
06:19but this time, the profile looked legit and the message just sort of said, hi. I decided to scope
06:26out the profile a little bit, and when I did, I saw it belonged to a girl who lived in the same city as
06:31me. Then, since we were roughly the same age, I figured that there might be a connection there.
06:38I replied saying, sorry, do we know each other? With a little smiley face too, so she knew that I
06:44wasn't being rude. It came through two minutes later, but when I opened it, I saw it wasn't a text message,
06:52but a voice note that was like a minute long. I had no reason not to press play. I'd heard scammers
06:59calling sweet old ladies pretending to be the IRS, and nothing about them sending voice notes.
07:05So, I pressed play, and my god, do I wish I hadn't. The first words were, hello Katie,
07:14and as soon as I heard them, I felt this full body sinking feeling, like I wanted to bury myself into
07:20the mattress and hide. The voice obviously wasn't human. It was some kind of really basic sounding AI
07:28thing that sounded almost like a robot. Maybe hearing it in some other context wouldn't be
07:33all that scary, but hearing it in bed, all alone except for my seven-year-old daughter in the room
07:38next door, it just about scared the hell out of me. It started out with, hello Katie, I've been
07:45watching you for quite some time, and I've decided you have to die. But not just you,
07:51your daughter needs to die too. It went on and on about how someone was going to make me watch as
07:59they killed her, and then a whole bunch of other stuff that made me sick to my stomach.
08:04But the thing that really scared me, the thing that had me rushing to the window and scanning the
08:09street outside, was when he started describing the house we lived in. It wasn't just the house
08:16either. Whoever made that recording knew what my daughter looked like. He knew her name, and he
08:22knew what elementary school she went to. The message ended with a few more threats about how he was going
08:28to die, and then signed off with, enjoy your final days, because I'm going to enjoy ending them.
08:37When the message ended, I just lay there for a minute, wondering what the hell I should do.
08:42I knew I needed to call the cops, but I also knew all they'd do was take my report and be on their
08:48way. I needed someone to come over and stay with me, someone who could make me feel safe.
08:55So, I called Joey. Joey and I had been dating on and off for about a year, and while we'd officially
09:03broken up a few months back, we somehow fell back into the same old dating pattern. Joey was close with
09:09my daughter, my dad liked him, and he was pretty handy with repairs and maintenance stuff too,
09:14so it was nice to have him around. The only issue was his drinking habits, because when he drank,
09:21he became a totally different person, someone I didn't want around my daughter, and he refused to
09:26straight up quit it. He cut down a bunch, which was the reason that I still took his calls or hung out
09:32with him, and then when I got that voice message that night, he was the first person I thought to
09:37call. He drove over as quickly as he could, so maybe 20 minutes after calling him, he was sitting
09:44in my TV room, being my shoulder to cry on. I didn't want to hear the voice message again, so he took my
09:51phone into another room to listen to it, and when he came back, he looked this sort of mix of really
09:57scared and really mad. He told me we needed to call the cops, and while obviously I already knew that,
10:04he gave me a ton of hope by telling me about all the new techniques they had to catch cyberstalkers.
10:10Ten years before, they'd have told me to just block the person and move on, but now they had
10:16whole departments dedicated to tracing and arresting those responsible. He said he'd watched a documentary
10:22on it a while back, and that if I went to the cops, we could stop it before things got out of control.
10:28I told him he could sleep on the couch if he wanted to, but he didn't. He spent the rest of the night
10:34watching the street outside and reading about the experiences of others who dealt with cyberstalking
10:39to give us ideas on how to fight it. He had to work in the morning too, and while I called in sick,
10:46Joey powered through before coming back to check on us once he clocked out.
10:50I called the cops that morning, and then a few days later, they sent over a detective who worked
10:56exclusively with victims of cyberstalking. She laid out the playbook of what I was to do,
11:02and fortunately, it didn't include any of the delete, block, and move on stuff that I was actually
11:07worried about. It was actually the total opposite because the detective talked all about how I needed
11:13to keep records of each message. I had to save every voice note, every piece of text I was sent,
11:19and all the usernames from the various accounts my stalker was using to harass me. And boy,
11:25did they harass me. The fresh Instagram accounts came thick and fast, each sending what looked like
11:32innocent messages so the app didn't filter them out. But I knew as soon as I accepted the message
11:37request, a voice note would arrive, and that same process repeated itself every time I did.
11:43I didn't listen to any of them, I just kept them in my inbox so the cops would be able to.
11:49But my stalker must have also figured out I wasn't listening to them because they quickly
11:53switched up their methods. Late one night, right as I was finishing up my skincare routine,
11:59I realized I had a missed call from an unknown number. It wasn't a no-caller ID number,
12:05just one I didn't recognize, and since they called so late,
12:09I figured it was important enough for me to listen to the voicemail they left.
12:13The detective I'd spoken to had called me out of hours once or twice, so I figured that it might
12:18have been someone from the department trying to catch me before bedtime, but it wasn't. It was
12:24another one of those robotic voice notes. I only listened for a few seconds before I hung up, but
12:29that was all I needed. I broke down crying, then called Joey to see if he'd come over again,
12:35and just like that first time, he drove over as quickly as he could to be my shoulder to cry on.
12:41He was so amazing that night. I cried so loud that it woke my daughter up so she was crying too
12:47by the time he arrived. The first thing that he did was calm her down and get her back to bed,
12:53telling her how everything was going to be just fine. The next morning, Joey drove my daughter to
12:59school while I called the cyber-stalking detective. I gave her the phone number the voicemail came from,
13:05saying maybe she could trace it or whatever. She thanked me before saying that sometimes
13:11cyber-stalkers just get bored and move on to someone else. But my stalker didn't get bored.
13:17Instead, they escalated. I actually thought things were getting better at first because the number
13:23of Instagram messages slowed down a little and didn't get any more voicemails either. But then one
13:29night, right around the same time of night as both voice messages had arrived, I heard a super loud
13:35banging on my door. It wasn't just someone trying to be heard either. Someone was trying to scare me.
13:43I was upstairs when it happened, toweling off after taking a shower and my daughter was staying with
13:48my mom who volunteered to take care of her while things blew over. I was so glad that she was there
13:54that night too because that banging scared the hell out of me. I slammed my bedroom door closed and
14:00sat against it after grabbing my phone. That time, I didn't call Joey first. I called the cops instead.
14:08I told the dispatcher I had a stalker and that I thought he'd escalated and come to my house for
14:12the first time. The dispatcher asked if I feared for my life. Then when I said I did, she sent two
14:19patrol cars over to take a look around. The whole time, whoever was outside kept hammering on my door
14:25while the dispatcher kept me on the line with her. And then suddenly, the banging just stopped.
14:32The next thing I heard was the police sirens. Just a short burst to let you know that they were there.
14:38The dispatcher asked if I heard it. And then when I said yes, she told me to stay put while the two
14:43officers searched the outside of my property. A few minutes later, the dispatcher told me she was
14:49ending the call and that I was to head downstairs and open the door for those two cops. And I thanked
14:54her and then did as she asked. The next day was a Saturday, but I managed to talk to the cyber
15:00stalking detective a little on the phone. And she told me it was best that I stayed someplace else for
15:05a while, which was how I ended up sleeping in my mom's spare bedroom with my daughter.
15:10And that little reunion was a silver lining, but it didn't last long because when I next returned home
15:16to grab some more clothes, I discovered someone had broken in. It didn't look like they'd stolen
15:22anything and they hadn't smashed anything either. But when I walked into the kitchen, I saw someone
15:29had pinned a note to the fridge. It was a printout, not handwritten. And all it said was, I see you
15:36or the text message, smiley face emoji. And that was probably the worst part of that whole period for
15:43me, knowing that I couldn't go home. And I leaned a lot on my mom for support, but Joey was a huge
15:49help too. He offered to let me and my daughter stay at his place, but I figured it was more comforting
15:55for her to be around her grandmother. It also meant that we had a place that we could be alone,
16:01Joey and me, I mean, which was something we both appreciated. And that's how I lived for almost two
16:07and a half weeks until the cyber stalking detective suddenly called one day and asked if she could pay me
16:13a visit. We arranged to meet at my mom's place and when she arrived, she told me she had good news
16:19and bad news. But the good news was that the police had found my stalker. I could have just about jumped
16:27for joy in that moment and I remember sitting there with this big smile on my face after she told me.
16:32But the detective didn't seem to share my happiness. She told me my stalker had been smart and had used a
16:40whole bunch of computer wizardry to make sure almost everything they did was totally untraceable.
16:46They just made one fatal mistake. Because when they downloaded those pictures of the girl I thought
16:51that I might have known, the one from the first voice message, he didn't scrub the metadata from them.
16:58This meant the cops could trace where the device images were uploaded from and bingo, that's how they
17:04got him. The detective then explained that they were planning on arresting my stalker that same day
17:10but before they did, they wanted me to hear the news from them rather than through the grapevine.
17:16I just wanted her to tell me who it was so bad, so bad that I didn't stop to think why learning their
17:22identity might be bad news for me. But then, she just came out and said it.
17:27There's no easy way to say this, Katie. I'm so sorry to be the one who has to tell you,
17:32but the person stalking you is your friend Joey.
17:38My mind just went totally blank for a second. And then once I could finally form a coherent thought,
17:45I decided that she must have been confused somehow. I reminded her that Joey was my ex-boyfriend,
17:52someone I was super close with, and how we were actually on the verge of getting back together
17:57since he'd been so helpful and supportive. I told her that she had to be mistaken,
18:04and I clearly remember the look of pity that she gave me after I did.
18:08She rehashed a little of what she'd said about how they'd figured out it was him.
18:12They said if it wasn't Joey that had created the first Insta profile on his computer,
18:17then they needed to figure out who did. And that gave me this little ray of hope,
18:22that it was all just a big mistake, and it wasn't someone I loved that had been terrorizing me.
18:28But once the cops had visited Joey's place and told him he was looking at jail time,
18:33he confessed everything after they hauled him off to the station.
18:37It only felt real after the detective came over another time and showed me the video of Joey
18:42confessing in the interview room, but there was one part that she said that would be of
18:47particular interest to me, and that was the part where Joey explained why he did it.
18:53He sounded like he'd been crying as he told the cop interviewing him that he did it, in his words,
18:59so she'd need me. The cop sounded like he sympathized with him, but the detective swore
19:05was just an act to get Joey to talk more. She also said that since Joey had no priors,
19:11and he'd cooperated and confessed to everything, he most likely wasn't going to prison. He'd probably
19:18be able to make bail somehow too, but the judge at his hearing would issue an emergency restraining
19:23order preventing him from coming anywhere near me. And if he did, he'd go straight to jail to await trial
19:30there. And that was the first good news I'd heard in a really long time. Actual good news, I mean.
19:39Obviously, I wanted Joey out of my life. I wanted to forget I even met him, and it made me sick to
19:45think that we'd slept together while he was secretly making my life a living hell. Thankfully, once all
19:52our friends heard about what he did, Joey ended up leaving town and moving someplace across the country.
19:57It felt good knowing the whole thing had ruined his life, just like it had ruined mine for a while.
20:04And wherever the hell he went, I hope he rots there.
20:17My name's Bradley, and in 2008, I was working for a big insurance firm here in Birmingham.
20:22We sold insurance to big construction firms, and I was paid very well for what was basically just a
20:28junior role. I was living the dream. I was young, single, with a lot of disposable income, even for
20:34London. But then came the big short, as you know, and everything went down the toilet. I lost my job
20:42just days after the market pooed the bed. I had a bit of dosh saved up, so I wasn't as hard up as some
20:48other people. But as the months went by, and the job market didn't improve, that little nest egg of
20:53mine kept getting smaller and smaller. Once I was eligible, I applied for job seekers allowance,
21:00meaning that I got money from the government if I could prove that I was looking for work.
21:04But that only went so far, and my savings kept on shrinking as I held out for another finance job.
21:10Then finally, once the situation started looking critical, I did something very silly. I got in
21:18touch with an old mate of mine named Darren and asked him for a big favor. Darren and I had been
21:23mates all through school, but had drifted apart once we got to university because Darren got mad into
21:29ganja. He wasn't a waste man with it, he had a proper job and all that, but after work, he'd just
21:36zone out and smoke loads of ganja playing GTA 4. And I'd never even touched the stuff. I hated the
21:42idea of what smoking would do to my lungs, so I imagined Darren's surprise when I called him up
21:47one day and asked if he could get me some weed. So I went over, and then once we'd caught up a
21:53little bit, I basically started grilling him on how much weed he smoked a week and how much it cost
21:58and where he got it from. And he asked if I wanted to try out smoking for the first time, but I said no,
22:04that I wanted to try out selling it instead. I'll never forget his face. He literally couldn't
22:11believe his ears. But after I told him about my money trouble and how it was only supposed to be
22:17a temporary thing while I was out of work, it started to make a bit more sense to him.
22:22We talked until late about almost every aspect of the trade. Darren had never sold weed himself,
22:29but he knew a fair bit about it. And then after I called to his dealer to get his approval,
22:34Darren gave me his number and we set up a meeting. I started selling a few ounces a week to Darren and
22:41friends of his that I knew personally, but only that select group of people to keep things small,
22:46safe, and profitable. But after a while, they convinced me to allow people I didn't know to
22:52call over. Now I was dead against it at first, but when I did the maths and realized that I'd earned
22:58hundreds more a week with just a few more customers, I changed my mind fast. By the time
23:04my customer base hit double figures, I was able to cover the price of everything job seekers allowance
23:09wouldn't, which was a massive weight off my shoulders. I kept up with my job seeking commitments
23:15though. I genuinely wanted to get back into work, but I didn't think anything would come along for
23:20quite a while. And then one day, just as markets started to recover, I landed a job. The pay wasn't
23:28as generous as my first job before the crash, and I was looking at a long probation period. But getting
23:34back into the office was preferable to having to visit the job center every two weeks, which was so
23:39depressing, it used to sap the life out of me. I took the position and carried on selling weed to
23:46Darren and company until my first payslip arrived. Then when it did, I tried deleting the dealer's
23:51number. I just couldn't do it. I was making hundreds of pounds a week for doing next to nothing, and
23:59I was doing it in a way that I thought was safe and secure. So when it came to giving it up, all I
24:04could think was, why should I? I sometimes wonder if I'd stop right then and there, I'd have avoided what
24:11was coming. But a part of me thinks that it wouldn't have mattered, and it was already too late.
24:17Now cut to about three or four months after I got back into work, and I'm still selling ganja to that
24:22small group of customers. It was a Wednesday night, and I'd been asleep for about three hours when
24:28a sudden noise from downstairs had me jumping out of bed. My alarm clock said 203, a number I'll never
24:35forget, as the same sound repeated itself from downstairs. It was a sharp bang, bang, bang of a
24:43fist slamming into my door, and then when I went up to the top of the stairs, I heard the one thing
24:49that I'd prayed that I'd never hear. Police, open up the door. I'd feared that moment so much over the
24:57past few months, but I'd also done a lot to prepare for it. Having put so much thought into my various
25:03hiding places, I was very confident the police could search my entire house and not find a single
25:08banknote or a single baggie. So I made one of the worst mistakes of my entire life, and I walked
25:14downstairs to open the door. Before I reached it, the man on the other side of the door gave me another
25:20loud bang and announced himself as police again. I told him, alright, I'm coming, and then started
25:26prepping myself to act all innocent. I undid both locks, nice and slow too, so I had time to
25:32calm myself down a bit more. But then, when I opened the door, I just about filled my boxers
25:39with fear. Because it wasn't the police, it was a load of men in mass holding tools as weapons.
25:47I looked at them for what felt like seconds, but was probably only a fraction of one,
25:52and then tried slamming the door in their faces, but it was too slow. The man who'd been banging stuck
25:58his boot out, stopping me from being able to close it, and then another one of them rushed forward to
26:03either kick the door or slam his shoulder into it, because the next thing I know, the frame is flying
26:09out of my grip, and they're shoving their way inside. I tried running to my kitchen because the back door
26:15was there, but since I kept that one locked too, I was still trying to turn the key when one of the
26:21guys rushed in and grabbed me. I tried shoving him off and fighting him, but he had a hammer,
26:28and one blow from that was all it took to get me to give up. I had my back up against the kitchen's
26:35back door, hands raised to try and fend off another hammer blow, while shouting about how they can take
26:40whatever they want if they didn't hurt me anymore. I thought it was just a very aggressive burglary,
26:46and that after taking my TV and laptop, they'd be on their way. But I was wrong, dead wrong.
26:53They all had balaclavas on, and mostly wore black or other dark colors, so the only way that I could
26:59tell them apart was by what they were wearing or carrying. And that's how, when the one with the
27:05hammer backed off a bit, I recognized the fella who'd been banging on my door as he stepped in.
27:10He pointed a wrench at me, and then told me in no uncertain terms that if I didn't cooperate,
27:16they were going to kill me. I just nodded like, yeah, okay. And then he grabbed me by the hair,
27:23and dragged me into the front room. And once I was there, I saw one of the men pull out a length of
27:29blue plastic cord from the front pocket of his hoodie. I started to panic again, because it was
27:35obvious they were planning to tie me up, but all it took was another couple of threats before I
27:40decided the rope was preferable to the hammer. I thought they wanted me tied up so I couldn't
27:47cause problems for them. I also wouldn't be able to phone the police until long after they'd left.
27:53But again, I was wrong. They had other plans for me. They tied my wrists behind my back,
27:59then tied my ankles and knees together before pushing me onto the couch.
28:03I told them all a second time to take whatever they wanted, and I thought that they'd go about
28:08carrying off the TV and all that to what I assumed was a van waiting outside.
28:13But instead, they started asking me where my stash spots were.
28:18But the second time that night I got that horrible sick feeling, and it came when I realized that my
28:23big secret, the one I'd worked so hard to protect, wasn't a secret anymore.
28:27I tried playing ignorant at first, saying that I didn't know what they were talking about, but
28:33that didn't wash. One of the blokes started bashing my legs with something heavy, and when I screamed,
28:40another one clamped his hand over my mouth. They kept on hitting me over and over while I screamed
28:47into that guy's hand. But when they asked me again where my stash was, I somehow found the will
28:53to play ignorant again. I suppose that was the thought of losing all that money I had hidden
28:59away, which by that point was a couple of thousand pounds, that kept my mouth shut and I was amazed
29:05that I had the minerals in me to withstand a round of torture. But when they upped the ante,
29:11and threatened to start cutting off my toes with a pair of pliers, I broke.
29:15I screamed at them to stop as soon as I felt cold metal on one of my toes, and then told them exactly
29:23where they needed to look to find both my money, and the ounce bags of weed that I had hidden away
29:28upstairs. Two of the guys kept watching over me while the other ran upstairs to grab everything.
29:34I heard them rummaging around for a bit, and then suddenly, I heard one of them shout,
29:38found it. A few seconds later, they came back downstairs holding the bags I kept my cash and
29:45ganja in, and then once the lead bloke was happy with everything there, he ordered his boys out of
29:50the house, but not before telling one of them to put me to sleep. I thought that was it, that they
29:58were going to kill me to make sure that there was no witnesses. I was almost relieved when I saw the
30:03bloke who approached me draw back his fist in preparation to punch me, and then when he did,
30:08it landed right on my jaw, and at that moment everything started to go fuzzy.
30:14When I next opened my eyes, the masked men were gone and the house was quiet again.
30:19I remember being robbed, but somehow tied up had slipped my mind, so it was only when I tried to
30:25move again that I realized I couldn't. I started to panic again, because I realized that even though
30:31I'd be missed at work in the next couple of hours, my bosses wouldn't jump straight to calling the
30:35police, they'd just assumed that I'd pulled a sick or something, and if I didn't get myself some help
30:41now, I could be stuck in the house for god knows how long, waiting for someone to knock at the door
30:47or realize I was missing. The thoughts scared the crap out of me, and even though it hurt like a
30:53bastard to fight against the ropes, I did everything I could to loosen them. It was no good though, and by
31:00the time I kept it cutting into my wrists, I knew that I'd have to try something else.
31:05I ended up hopping over to my home phone, which sat on the coffee table in the back room.
31:10I sat myself down on the floor, kicked it off the table so the handset got a dial tone,
31:16and then I called the only person whose phone number I knew off by heart, the dealer I used to buy from.
31:21I had to try a few times because he didn't answer the first few times I called, but then finally,
31:28after feeling my hope shrink down to almost nothing, he answered the phone with a very groggy
31:33yell, and I told him it was an emergency, that he needed to come over to my place right away.
31:40He replied that he had his kid with him so he couldn't make it, and I reckoned that he thought
31:45that it was after a few fresh ounces, but when I told him what had happened, he said he'd come over
31:50as soon as possible. I told him where I'd hidden a spare back door key in the garden,
31:56and then after he hung up, I just laid there, praying that he'd show up.
32:01About half an hour later, I heard someone climbing over the back fence,
32:05and that's when I got up and hopped towards the sliding doors in the back room, and
32:09I felt this deep feeling of relief when I saw who walked into the garden.
32:14It was the dealer, true to his word, and after he unlocked that back door,
32:18he helped cut away the ropes and free me.
32:21He couldn't stay long, he really did have his kid with him and she was asleep in the backseat
32:26of his car, but after I explained what had happened, he actually told me I was lucky.
32:32He knew about one fellow who'd come away with a nasty scar on his chest, where the gang had
32:37taken a hot clothing iron to him, and another who never walked properly again after a gang
32:42smashed one of his knees to pieces.
32:44I remember asking him,
32:46what do I do now?
32:48I can't phone the police, can I?
32:51And all he said back was,
32:53move,
32:54into the other side of the city if possible,
32:57because once they've found you,
32:58they always come back.
33:00And I took his advice,
33:02and I moved house as soon as possible.
33:05It wrecked me financially because obviously I was still under a contract I had the fight
33:09to be free of,
33:10but wild horses couldn't have stopped me moving because
33:13there was no way that I was going to risk going through that again.
33:17I finally stopped selling too.
33:20I'd always known that I wasn't cut out for that life,
33:23and that's why I promised myself it'd be a temporary thing.
33:27But seeing and experiencing the brutal realities up close was another thing entirely.
33:32There are some bad, bad men in the world,
33:35but it's nice to know I'm not one of them.
33:47Just over 20 years ago now,
33:50when our daughter was still in diapers,
33:52my wife and I moved out of our one-bedroom apartment
33:54and into what we called our starter home.
33:57It was a two-bedroom townhouse right on the boundary between the city and the suburbs,
34:02and we were in love with it from the moment we attended viewing.
34:06We lived there for almost 10 years,
34:08and it was a great place to live,
34:10and I've got a lot of very happy memories of our daughter's childhood in that house.
34:15But it's also the place where I experienced
34:16one of the most frightening and disturbing things of my entire life.
34:20The street that we lived on was kind of out of the way,
34:24and that meant peace, quiet, and a very low crime rate.
34:28It was serene compared to the neighborhood of our old apartment,
34:32and that was a place where you basically had to be on your toes all the time.
34:36So after a few months of living there,
34:38I slowly started to let my guard down.
34:41I still kept all the doors locked at night,
34:43and I still kept my gun ready to go in its lockbox,
34:46but I stopped having to be so suspicious of crazy neighbors and local weirdos,
34:51and it was great.
34:53But then imagine the terror that I felt when I woke up in the middle of the night
34:56in our peaceful new neighborhood and heard noises coming from downstairs.
35:01My wife was asleep next to me,
35:04and our daughter was in her crib just a few feet away from our bed,
35:07so I knew whoever was downstairs must have broken in somehow.
35:12I woke up...
35:13What the fuck?
35:14I'm sorry guys, this has been such a tough night.
35:17I woke up my wife, told her what was going on,
35:19and then told her to call the cops while I made sure the home invader didn't make it upstairs.
35:24Then I made it for my closet, grabbed my gun from the lockbox,
35:28and then crept out into the upstairs hallway as quietly as possible.
35:31Looking back on it,
35:34I can remember the exact point I changed my mind on what I was going to do.
35:38I knew that I didn't want to kill anybody because,
35:41no matter the circumstances,
35:42I didn't want that on my conscience.
35:45But I also wanted this mother effer to pay
35:47for breaking into my family's home and putting my girls in danger.
35:50So that's when I made up my mind to try and surprise them,
35:54and then keep them where they were under pain of death
35:57till the cops showed up and arrested them.
36:01Once I was maybe two-thirds of the way down the stairs,
36:04still creeping quieter than a mouse,
36:06I heard noises coming from our kitchen.
36:09I figured they'd be in the living room,
36:11where all the most valuable stuff was,
36:14but when I heard sounds from the kitchen,
36:16I realized that I'd have to creep all the way down the first floor corridor
36:20without alerting whoever was there.
36:22My heart was thumping like a drum
36:25as I walked barefoot along the wooden floor,
36:27and I seriously struggled to maintain my cool
36:30as I heard them moving around.
36:32I froze when I heard the faint sound of a chair leg
36:35scraping against the linoleum floor,
36:38then listening as I heard the sound of someone
36:40opening and closing cabinets.
36:43I guess that should have been a clue right there,
36:46that someone was digging through our kitchen cabinets
36:48and not our living room with its brand new DVD player.
36:52But at the time,
36:53I was too hopped up on adrenaline
36:55to think about anything other than my plan,
36:57and things didn't drop until I peeked around the kitchen doorway.
37:02I had my gun ready,
37:03and was about to tear around that area
37:06like I was in a movie shouting,
37:07freeze!
37:08But when I peeked around the corner
37:10and into the barely-lit kitchen,
37:13there was just enough light coming through the windows
37:15for me to see that
37:16it wasn't some six-foot jailbird
37:19armed to the teeth.
37:20It was a little kid.
37:23He was wearing what looked like shorts
37:25but nothing on top,
37:27and he was standing on a chair
37:28while digging through our snack cabinet.
37:31I watched him stuffing the pocket of his shorts
37:34with candy and chocolate bars,
37:35and as I did,
37:37all the anger just went out of me
37:39and was replaced by a kind of sadness.
37:43I didn't want to frighten him,
37:45not just because he was a kid
37:46who was, from his height,
37:48looked to be no older than six or seven,
37:50but because I was scared
37:51that he might fall off the chair
37:52and hit his head on the corner of the kitchen table.
37:56I thought about whispering something softly,
37:58just to gently get his attention,
38:00but I decided that that would probably come off as creepy
38:03and maybe scare him even worse
38:05than just yelling something at him,
38:07but then it occurred to me
38:08to just switch on the kitchen light.
38:12The second I did,
38:13the kid's head spun around to look at me
38:15and he just froze looking at me.
38:18All I said was,
38:20it's okay, it's okay, buddy,
38:22and then I asked him super softly
38:24if he was hungry.
38:26The kid didn't answer,
38:28but even if he had,
38:29I'm not sure that I'd have heard him.
38:31I tried to stay very smiley
38:33and friendly looking too
38:35so as not to alarm him,
38:37but once I got a good look at the kid,
38:39that smile was wiped from my face.
38:42Like I said,
38:43the kid was bare-chested
38:44and wearing shorts,
38:46but he was barefoot too
38:48and his hair was really short,
38:50like someone had given him a buzz cut
38:51in the last couple of weeks.
38:53But what really caught my attention
38:55were all the scars he had
38:57all over his chest and arms.
39:00They were small enough to be cigarette burns,
39:02but they also weren't circular either,
39:04so Lord knows what caused them.
39:07There were a lot of them too,
39:08maybe two dozen spread all over,
39:11but that's not all this kid had on his body.
39:13Because on his face, neck, and right arm
39:16were these small black symbols,
39:18and that poor kid had been tattooed.
39:23I asked the kid what his name was,
39:25trying to get him talking and calm him down,
39:27but he didn't talk, not once.
39:30He just got down off the chair very slow
39:33with his pocket stuffed with candy
39:34and then stood very still and stared at me.
39:38I asked him if he'd run away from home.
39:41He stayed quiet,
39:42but his eyes darted over to our pantry
39:44and the back door beyond.
39:46I couldn't see inside the pantry
39:48from where I was standing in the kitchen doorway,
39:50so when his eyes went there,
39:52the first thing I thought was,
39:54holy crap, he's not alone.
39:58I jumped back from the kitchen doorway
40:00and raised my gun towards the pantry,
40:01half expecting the monster who scarred up that kid
40:05to come bouncing around the corner
40:07with a weapon of his own raised.
40:09But the only thing I saw
40:10was the kid go tearing past my field of view
40:13and ran into the pantry.
40:17I waited a second before moving
40:18to peek inside,
40:20and then when I did,
40:22the last I saw of the kid
40:23was his feet just sort of wriggling
40:25through the doggy door.
40:27The doggy door had been installed
40:28before we moved in,
40:29and since we planned to get a dog
40:30in the near future,
40:31we actually kept it.
40:32It was so bizarre to me
40:35that if I'd have woken up right then
40:37and the whole thing
40:38had been nothing but a dream,
40:40I would not have been surprised at all.
40:42But it was real.
40:44So after taking a few seconds
40:45to process everything,
40:47I called the cops
40:47to tell them what happened.
40:49Now just to be clear,
40:50I didn't call 911
40:52to report a break-in
40:53or trespassing
40:54or anything like that.
40:55I called because I saw a kid
40:57who had been subjected
40:58to some horrific physical abuse.
41:01He needed to be found,
41:02and he needed to be rescued.
41:05Once I told her it was safe
41:06and that the cops were stopping by,
41:08my wife came downstairs
41:09to make some coffee.
41:11And these two uniformed cops
41:13stopped by about an hour later,
41:15and I told them everything I could
41:16about the kid's appearance
41:17and how he'd acted.
41:19Now one of them asked
41:20if I'd noticed anything strange
41:22about any of my neighbors
41:22or noticed any behavior
41:24that suggested
41:25that they might be hiding something.
41:27And the answer to that
41:28was definitely no.
41:29I hadn't met anyone
41:31who set off any alarm bells,
41:33but the cop then suggested
41:35that if the kid
41:35was climbing through
41:36these doggy doors
41:37to steal candy,
41:39he could have been starving
41:40after being on the run
41:41for days.
41:42But on the run
41:43from who, you know?
41:45What kind of person
41:46treats a child like that?
41:48I wish the cops
41:50a ton of luck
41:51before I left
41:51because good God
41:53did I want them
41:54to find that kid
41:54and more than 20 years later,
41:57there's not a day
41:58that goes by
41:59that I'm not reminded
42:00of him in some way.
42:12Back when I was still
42:13a college student
42:13and living in dorms,
42:15I woke up in the middle
42:16of the night one time
42:17to hear an argument
42:18unfolding outside my window.
42:20It wasn't super loud
42:21or anything,
42:22but it was literally
42:23right there outside my window,
42:25and since it was a warm night
42:26and I kept my window open,
42:28it woke me up.
42:30Now, my first thought
42:30was to tell whoever it was
42:32to shut the hell up
42:33because it was like 3 a.m.
42:35and I had classes
42:36the next morning.
42:37But after I overheard
42:39what they were fighting about,
42:41the gossip in me
42:42suddenly wanted to listen.
42:43It was a boy and girl
42:45arguing,
42:46mostly in very hushed tones,
42:48but every so often
42:49the tension would rise
42:51and so would their voices
42:52before one shushed
42:53the other back
42:54to just whispering.
42:56And at first,
42:57I thought they were a couple,
42:58and then I realized
42:59that they were an ex-couple
43:01and that the boy
43:02was basically pleading
43:03with the girl
43:03for them to get back together.
43:06He kept apologizing
43:07for something
43:08he hadn't told her,
43:09but she didn't want
43:10to hear it.
43:10She called him disgusting,
43:12said he should be ashamed
43:13of himself,
43:14and that he never wanted
43:15to talk to him ever again.
43:18She said that,
43:19but there she was,
43:20still talking to him
43:21and doing it outside my dorm
43:23at 3 a.m. too.
43:25That had me thinking
43:27that they were both
43:27as bad as one another,
43:29one of those toxic couples
43:30that shouldn't be together
43:31but can't seem to separate.
43:33But since the tea
43:34was being spilled,
43:36I guess I was going to drink it.
43:38After pulling back
43:38the curtains just a little,
43:40I peeked out from around them
43:41trying to figure out
43:42who each party was.
43:44I thought I recognized
43:45the girl's voice
43:46from somewhere,
43:47so she had to be living
43:48in one of the nearby dorms,
43:50but I didn't recognize
43:51the boy's voice at all,
43:53so I tried getting a look
43:54at both of them
43:54to see who they were.
43:56It was dark outside,
43:58and the couple were standing
43:59right at the edge
43:59of the parking lot.
44:01They weren't all the way
44:02lit up by the streetlights,
44:03and the boy half of the couple
44:05had his back to me.
44:07So without being able
44:08to ID them,
44:09I just kind of kept on
44:10watching from my window
44:11and listening in
44:13to what they were talking about,
44:14but all they did
44:15was go round and round
44:16in circles.
44:18Now the boy was trying
44:19to explain something
44:21in a very low voice,
44:23and then in a slightly louder one,
44:25the girl would then respond,
44:27I hate you.
44:28You disgust me.
44:29If I've ever known
44:30who you really were,
44:31I'd have never have dated you.
44:33And it seemed like
44:34the guy had something
44:35that he didn't want
44:36people to know,
44:37which was why he was
44:38always the quieter one,
44:39but the girl knew it
44:41and was absolutely
44:42letting him have it.
44:44Then as she went off
44:46on some rant
44:46about how gross he was,
44:48he wheeled around
44:49in frustration
44:50like he was about
44:50to walk off.
44:52But he didn't walk off.
44:54Instead,
44:55he turned back
44:56and punched the girl
44:57in the face
44:58as hard as he could.
44:59and the impact
45:02was loud
45:02and the noise
45:04that the girl made
45:04when he hit her
45:06was so upsetting
45:07that I just gasped
45:08and held a hand
45:09over my mouth
45:10as she fell to the ground.
45:12The boy leaned over her
45:13and looked like
45:14he was about
45:15to hit her some more,
45:16so I kind of got up
45:17on my tiptoes
45:18so I could yell
45:19at the window
45:19and I remember saying,
45:21hey, leave her alone,
45:22you piece of crap.
45:24I guess he didn't realize
45:26how he was being watched
45:27that whole time
45:28because the second he did,
45:30the boy started running off
45:31towards his car
45:32and then took off driving
45:33like some crazy person.
45:36Now, my yelling
45:36woke up some of the fellow students
45:38and they were pissed
45:39to be woken up
45:40when they had classes
45:41in the morning,
45:42but all it took
45:43was me telling them
45:44what happened
45:44and they came running too.
45:47I figured the boy
45:48had knocked the girl
45:49clean out with that punch,
45:50but when he ran outside,
45:52we found her
45:52having some kind of seizure.
45:54And that was one
45:56of the scariest things
45:57I'd seen in my whole life
45:58because I was convinced
45:59that she'd hit her head
46:00on the concrete
46:01and was going to die
46:02as a result.
46:04Thankfully,
46:05the girl survived
46:05with just a concussion
46:06and her ex-boyfriend
46:08ended up getting arrested.
46:10But the whole thing
46:11that made a lasting impression
46:12on me
46:13and even all these years later
46:14was still thinking
46:16about that girl
46:16and how sickening
46:17the noise was
46:18that she made
46:19after she got punched.
46:24To preface this story,
46:31I need to explain
46:32something about
46:32the room I work
46:33and sleep in.
46:34It's a ground floor room
46:36at the front
46:36of a terrace townhouse.
46:38There's a small garden
46:39just outside my window,
46:41which is a huge set
46:42of three bay windows.
46:44The left and right windows
46:45open from the bottom.
46:47This means
46:48when it's unpleasantly hot,
46:49which is a lot of the time
46:50in the UK lately,
46:52there's basically
46:52an opening in my room
46:53at a height
46:54that someone could
46:55simply step over
46:56and into the room.
46:57This isn't normally
46:58a problem
46:59because I work nights,
47:00so I'd only be asleep
47:02in the room
47:02in the middle of the day.
47:04Any other time,
47:05who would climb
47:06into an occupied room?
47:07And even if they
47:08were going to,
47:09I'd hear and see them
47:10open the garden gate
47:11and then walk up
47:12the garden path
47:13to my window.
47:15Someone breaking in
47:16through the window
47:16while I'm in the room
47:17just didn't seem
47:18like a likely
47:19or plausible scenario.
47:22That is,
47:22until a series of events
47:24played out
47:25that led
47:25to exactly this
47:27happening.
47:29One other thing
47:30I need to explain first
47:31is I don't have curtains
47:33hung on these windows.
47:34The garden blocks
47:35the view from the street
47:36and when the windows
47:37were replaced,
47:38I just never paid
47:39to get new curtains
47:40put up because
47:41I literally never used them.
47:43I hate having the air
47:44into the room blocked
47:45and I hate blocking
47:46out the natural light.
47:48When I sleep in the daytime,
47:49I use a sleep mask
47:50so I just didn't need curtains.
47:53Then one day,
47:54the council replaced
47:55the street light
47:56right outside my window.
47:57What used to be
47:58a warm orange glow
47:59was replaced
48:00by a harsh spotlight
48:01white that completely
48:03illuminates my entire
48:04front garden
48:05and shines essentially
48:06a floodlight
48:07in through my window.
48:09They're supposed to fit
48:10these street lights
48:11out with rear guards
48:12to prevent light pollution
48:13of personal property,
48:15but they just
48:15haven't.
48:16We've complained,
48:18all the street lights
48:19in my cul-de-sac
48:20are like this,
48:20but they never did anything.
48:23So what I did was,
48:24I bought a canvas
48:26printed fold-out screen
48:27and it seemed
48:28like a perfect option.
48:30I can open and close it,
48:31move it at will
48:32and shield whichever
48:33parts of the room
48:34I want
48:34and it's a hell
48:35of a lot cheaper
48:36and less committal
48:37than hanging curtains.
48:38This worked great
48:39for a couple of years
48:40until one day,
48:41very recently,
48:43there was a pop
48:43outside my window.
48:45I was sitting
48:46in the chair
48:46against the other
48:47wall of the room
48:48facing the screen
48:49when the pop happened.
48:51It took me a moment
48:52to realize
48:53that the street light
48:54outside had blown.
48:56Hey, fine by me.
48:58That annoying POS
48:59had been dazzling me
49:00with its overly bright
49:02bulb shining in my room
49:03for years now
49:04and I wasn't going
49:05to shed a tear
49:05for it just
49:06because it blew up.
49:08When my entire power
49:09shut off an hour later
49:10though,
49:11then I wasn't happy.
49:14I sat there
49:15in pitch perfect darkness
49:17for a bit.
49:18Eventually,
49:18I could hear the sound
49:19of drilling and clanking
49:20from a few blocks away
49:22and soon realized
49:23that they were obviously
49:24doing some kind
49:25of electrical work.
49:26The last time
49:27this happened
49:28in my street unprompted,
49:29the power had been out
49:30for two hours.
49:32This was in the early evening.
49:34This was in the middle
49:34of the night
49:35just past midnight
49:36and I didn't have
49:37a torch nearby
49:38or anything.
49:39I just had my cell phone
49:40with 48% battery.
49:43I tried to read
49:44a Superman comic
49:45by the light
49:45of my phone
49:46for a bit
49:46but it was a strain
49:47on the eyes.
49:49You see,
49:49I'm disabled
49:50and not too steady
49:51on my feet
49:51so I don't really
49:52want to go walking
49:53around the pitch dark
49:54house in the middle
49:55of the night either.
49:57So eventually,
49:57I shut my phone off,
49:59put the Superman book
50:00on the side table
50:00and just sort of
50:01relaxed in the chair.
50:03I had no idea
50:04how long I'd been asleep
50:05when I woke back up.
50:07The power was still off
50:08and for a second,
50:09I forgot why
50:10it was so perfectly
50:11pitch dark.
50:13When you're used
50:13to constant light pollution
50:14to some degree,
50:15having the power
50:16for your entire street
50:17go off is really eerie,
50:19especially when you
50:20can't see two feet
50:21in front of you
50:22which means you can't
50:23see what's making
50:23that scraping
50:24and dragging sound.
50:27I listened hard.
50:29I could vaguely
50:29see movement
50:30in front of me.
50:32Was the screen
50:32falling over?
50:34No,
50:34crap,
50:35no,
50:36it was being
50:36folded back.
50:38In the pitch dark
50:39in the middle
50:40of the night,
50:41someone had climbed
50:43in through my window
50:44while I was asleep
50:45and they were now
50:46in the small space
50:47in between the screen
50:48and the window itself.
50:51I strained really hard
50:52to make out
50:53whatever I could.
50:54I thought I could see
50:55a hand wrapped
50:56around the edge
50:56of the screen
50:57but it was almost
50:57impossible to tell.
50:59Even as the screen
51:00folded back
51:01and exposed the room
51:02to the meager light
51:03of the crescent moon,
51:04I barely had
51:05any more light
51:05but it was enough
51:07to see that yes,
51:08someone had in fact
51:09climbed through the window
51:10and were carefully
51:11moving the screen aside.
51:14The moon had slightly
51:15lit them up
51:16but I was still
51:17in total darkness
51:18on the chair.
51:20My heart was
51:20absolutely hammering
51:21in my chest
51:22and I had no idea
51:24what kind of thief
51:24this was.
51:26They could have a weapon,
51:27it could be a knife.
51:28They seemed thin
51:30and of average height
51:31and they took
51:32a shaky step or two
51:33into the room
51:34and I could tell
51:35that they were
51:35looking about
51:36as if trying
51:37to make out a route.
51:39My room is
51:40pretty cluttered
51:41being charitable
51:42so almost immediately
51:43they reached out
51:44and brushed a table.
51:46Then I heard
51:46the scraping of their foot
51:48nudging a box.
51:49There was no way
51:50that I was going to
51:51sit there in the dark
51:52and wait until
51:53they noticed
51:53and stabbed me.
51:56My room is
51:57pretty cluttered
51:58being charitable
51:59so almost immediately
52:01they reached out
52:02and brushed a table
52:03then I heard
52:04the scraping of their foot
52:05nudging a box.
52:07There was no way
52:08I was going to sit there
52:09in the dark
52:09and wait until
52:10they noticed
52:11and stabbed me.
52:13I had one single option
52:14and I hoped to God
52:16that if I took it
52:17things would play out.
52:19Putting on my most
52:21terrifying horror
52:22creator voice
52:22sitting completely
52:24in the dark
52:24on my chair
52:25I growled
52:26Get out
52:28before you
52:29can't live
52:29to regret it.
52:32Here it was
52:33either I'd succeeded
52:35or I was about
52:36to get brained
52:37or stabbed
52:38or worse.
52:39The figure jerked
52:41and clattered
52:42against something
52:42and absolutely
52:43hooned it
52:44out of the open window.
52:46Christ
52:46poor guy
52:47I think I scared him
52:49even more
52:49than he'd scared me
52:50and immediately
52:51I ran to the window
52:53knocking on my
52:53phone flashlight
52:54and shining it
52:55down on the street.
52:57He looked like
52:57some kind of
52:58older teenager
52:59maybe
52:59as he legged it
53:00down the street
53:01and around the corner.
53:02I didn't bother
53:03calling the cops
53:04or anything
53:05maybe I should have
53:06but I know
53:07that they wouldn't
53:08have done anything
53:08because all he did
53:09really was briefly
53:10enter my property
53:11and then leave.
53:13At that moment
53:14as I saw someone
53:15peering around my screen
53:16in the damn darkness
53:17though
53:17I've never been
53:18more afraid in my life
53:20and hot damn
53:21I'm definitely
53:22going to be
53:22a lot more
53:23careful with
53:24leaving the window
53:24open
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