I was in 7th grade. I had gone to the movies with my friends. After returning home from the movies I realized I had lost my house keys, probably left them in the theater. I knew my mother and father were at work and I didn't know where my older sister was, so I knocked on the front door. After several knocks with no answer, I opened the back gate and went into the back yard. I was hoping a window would be open, but none were.
I went to the back sliding glass door and tried it, but it too was locked, so I decided to wait the 2 hours until my parents would be home and just sat leaning against our hot tub. A few minutes later I heard a distinct click. It sounded just like the latch on the sliding glass door being flipped. Excited, thinking my sister must have come home and saw me out there, I jumped up and went to the back door.
Sure enough it was unlocked and I slid it open. Walking inside I instantly felt unsettled. It was quiet and my sister was no where to be seen. I nervously called out to her, but there was no response. I yelled at her to stop messing around, because trying to scare me was something she often did, but again there was no response. I was paralyzed in fear, not knowing how the door was unlocked.
I slid against the wall the sliding glass door was on toward the kitchen and reached for the phone. I called my mother at work and asked her where my sister was. She said she was down the street at her friends house. I told her why I was asking and she told me to go down the street and to get my sister, telling her to come home.
We have theorized that it may have been my grandfather, whom died recently and suddenly and we had acquired some of his personal items shortly before this. That still did not comfort me and I refused to be alone in the home for a long time after that.
I went to the back sliding glass door and tried it, but it too was locked, so I decided to wait the 2 hours until my parents would be home and just sat leaning against our hot tub. A few minutes later I heard a distinct click. It sounded just like the latch on the sliding glass door being flipped. Excited, thinking my sister must have come home and saw me out there, I jumped up and went to the back door.
Sure enough it was unlocked and I slid it open. Walking inside I instantly felt unsettled. It was quiet and my sister was no where to be seen. I nervously called out to her, but there was no response. I yelled at her to stop messing around, because trying to scare me was something she often did, but again there was no response. I was paralyzed in fear, not knowing how the door was unlocked.
I slid against the wall the sliding glass door was on toward the kitchen and reached for the phone. I called my mother at work and asked her where my sister was. She said she was down the street at her friends house. I told her why I was asking and she told me to go down the street and to get my sister, telling her to come home.
We have theorized that it may have been my grandfather, whom died recently and suddenly and we had acquired some of his personal items shortly before this. That still did not comfort me and I refused to be alone in the home for a long time after that.