A Night Alone
I am 11 years old now, but this happened to me when I turned 10.
My mom and dad were going on vacation, and I had finally talked them into letting me stay home alone. They finally agreed and left the next day.
It was a Friday night, and I had just finished telling my friend about my parents leaving when I heard the door slam shut.
I thought it was my grandma or grandpa coming to check on me, so I didn't pay much attention when I heard footsteps coming towards my room, pausing every few feet.
"Back here!" I yelled, so they would know where I was.
I heard no reply, only more footsteps. It sounded like they were running and they were very light.
I suddenly saw a dark figure standing at my doorway. I was so frozen I could on spit out the words, “Who are you?”
Just like before there was no reply, but this time I saw a grin. It was an unpleasant grin; its teeth were old and broken. I started to get build up my courage, and asked him what he wanted.
He slowly lost the grin, and that’s when I saw his eyes. They were a dark yellowish-red, and he was starting to scare me a little again. I finally took a deep breath and tried not to make eye contact. He screamed -- and then I noticed the blood oozing down his shirt, as if he had been shot in the stomach.
He instantly disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. I stupidly followed him, listening for the distant sound of his footsteps. Then they disappeared.
The next morning my parents got home and I told them all about it. They didn’t believe me, but at night I can still hear the man screaming in my memories.