
Really I'm the exact opposite of nick
terrified of burglars and men sneaking into the house to kill me but don't believe in any kind of supernatural or anythin
yer it was scary it had lots of life
i say i dont believe but if i think about it i freak myself out
ot; nah not really bothered about it. although one time some guy walked in to our house and stood at the front door without us noticing. then my dad saw him and was like wtf u doing gtf out ma house. and he left.
Last edited by David; 06-02-2016 at 02:06 AM.
@thms; adrenaline and protectiveness kick in believe me!
I remember being home alone on mischief night and I literally just sat on the stairs with my laptop for ages as I hated it, in the day it's fine, in the night it's the worst thing! I've never had to be alone at night though, at least not for that long. One case was the day after I had my first and only panic attack, my parents were in Wales when I had it and the next night my sister was off out drinking; so I was alone until something like 3am and I wasn't going to bed until she was in safe! I was fine though, although she was very drunk and ended up falling over and scared me to death.
Another time was when my sister started university and began having panic attacks and my parents went to see her - I'm pretty sure this was until around 4am when they got back then I went to sleep. Although I got woke up 3 hours later to a phone call from work asking if I could come in early - forgetting I had little sleep I said yes, woops.
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Ok these aren't when I've been home alone, but they have been the scariest things and on one occasion I was the only one awake so it was like being alone.
In July last year I was up on my laptop fairly late, well later than usual anyway - I go on my laptop in the kitchen, so it's the back room that goes onto our back garden which has gates on so no one gets in there. We have the living room and the kitchen light on until the last person goes to bed; it was 3:40am and there was a knock on the door - I wasn't sure if I heard it right, so I listened again and they knocked again. I immediately went and sat on the floor trying to hide and rung my mum who was upstairs! Both my parents got up and my dad checked to see if anyone was around and they weren't, I was pretty scared and then went to bed.
Around a week after that happened I was on my laptop and at 1am someone knocks on the front door, my dad was about to go to bed, but I could hear him go to the door to answer it (he said he thought it was my ex because it 'sounded like his knock' (it didn't, but anyway)). I heard the key in the door then I didn't hear anything - I was aware of the time so I was just out of view of the living room, but I was basically eavesdropping whoever it was at the door. I hear raised voices and then I look and see a man who has clearly pushed my dad over the sofa and is towering over him. Seriously if you're in a situation like this adrenaline will pretty much kick in, I ran into the room screaming "Get out of my **** house" (I never, ever swear in front of my parents so this was a shock to me too), kept screaming at him to get out, threatened him with the police (at this point, it was summer I was in a t shirt and some knickers, but I really didn't care I just wanted him out), my mum comes down then as she heard shouting and she thought me and my dad had, had an argument - she then saw the man so she got him to leave, literally had to push the door towards him to get him to leave. My sister pretty much had a panic attack not sure what was happening - she thought it was me and my dad so she was going to come downstairs to be the peace keeper then heard someone else's voice so went back upstairs scared to death. Anyway, I won't go into detail why he came or anything, but that night I couldn't even sleep, I told my ex (who was my boyfriend at the time) what had happened, and he asked if I wanted him to come and we'd go for a drive, I just couldn't face it I was far too scared. The message in that story is that since that happened, I haven't been able to stay downstairs alone on my laptop, I only just manage it when my sister's home from university as we share a room so the light and sound isn't fair on her so I have to stay downstairs. We turn the living room light out if I'm on my laptop in the kitchen. I hate being alone in the house and refuse to turn the living room light out if they've all gone to bed because it's that terrifying. Also, I just generally hate being alone (I've learned to cope a fair bit with it now), but one time when I woke up my parents had gone out and my sister was at university - I was so convinced someone was downstairs I even took anything I could find to hit them with if someone was there, it was just really scary. The thing was with that, we went on holiday a few weeks later and I was scared the man would come and find us on holiday as I usually do my own stuff there so I didn't want to be alone either! To this day I still get scared if someone knocks on the door, I literally have to run upstairs to look from my bedroom window to see who it is.
TL;DR - I hate being home alone, especially at night as stuff happened ok.
Last edited by Samantha; 06-02-2016 at 02:05 AM.
I don't mind being home alone as long as I don't run into Harry or Marv
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