12 HISTÓRIAS DE TERROR - RELATOS REAIS ATERRORIZANTES - ep.86

REPORT01 Last year, when my work situation began to decline, I had no idea how much my life was about to change. I lost my job, my savings were quickly depleted and, out of sheer necessity, I ended up moving into one of the oldest and cheapest apartments in the city. Believe me, it was a real nightmare.

I don't want to give away the name, but this building had a strange feeling of a life of its own; it felt like you could feel every breath, every step inside him. From the outside, it might just look like an old worn-out building, but once inside, you would realize that things were far from ordinary. The first day I moved in, I met the building manager, named Mark, middle-aged, short and always sweaty-looking, a very eccentric character.

Initially he seemed friendly and attentive, he even showed me around the apartment very courteously. However, over time, I realized how dark his nature was behind that friendly facade. A few weeks after moving in, I started hearing strange sounds at night, noises behind the walls, footsteps shuffling on the floor.

At first I thought it was just the typical sounds of an old building, but one night when I saw Mark standing in front of my door, things changed. It was midnight and there was Mark, standing in front of my door, staring at it without moving. My heart accelerated.

I didn't dare open the door, I just watched him through the peephole. After a while, he turned and left as if nothing had happened. The next morning, when I asked him about it, he gave me an enigmatic smile and said I must have been dreaming.

This left me deeply disturbed. Mark's behavior became increasingly strange. During the day, I noticed him stopping to look inside my apartment through the window.

I started to feel like he was always watching me. One night, while walking around the house, I heard Mark trying to open my door. Luckily, I had it locked, but it really scared me.

Mark's strange behavior wasn't just directed at me; other residents of the building also complained about him. A neighbor told me that Mark stood outside her window, watching her at night. Another claimed that Mark had entered his apartment without permission and gone through his things.

The common factor among all residents was fear. No one dared to confront him directly. One day, as I was leaving for work, I found Mark waiting for me.

He had a key in his hand and, with a smile, said that I must have dropped the key to my apartment. I had never seen that key before. This was just another one of Mark's tricks to gain access to my apartment.

At that moment, I wanted to run away, but I couldn't. I looked him in the eye and said thank you. Something inside me broke at that moment.

A few nights later, I woke up to a noise. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mark standing at the foot of my bed. My heart almost stopped.

"What are you doing here? " I shouted. Mark didn't say anything, just calmly left the room.

It was at that moment that I knew I could no longer stay in that building. I packed my things and found another place to stay that same night. Finally, I went to the police and filed a complaint, but Mark insisted that his actions were normal and that he had no intention of disturbing me.

The police couldn't do much about it. Eventually, I moved away and freed myself from Mark's disruption. I will never forget the terrifying moments I experienced in that apartment, seeing how someone like Mark, a simple building manager, could threaten people's safety.

Now, I live in a much safer place, but thinking about those days still gives me goosebumps. Financial difficulties took me there, but escaping that place was one of the best decisions I ever made. REPORT02 Settling into a new home should be a fresh start, an exciting adventure, but for me, it became a nightmare that I still haven't been able to free myself from.

Allow me to go back to the beginning. I had lived in a small apartment in the city for years, and the constant noise, rush and lack of space were starting to get to me. So when I discovered a charming old house in a quiet suburban neighborhood, It felt like a dream come true.

The price was incredibly low, which should have been a red flag for me, but I was too eager to notice. From the moment I set foot in the house, something felt wrong. It's hard to explain, but you know that feeling when you walk into a room and you just feel like you're not alone?

That's what I felt, but I dismissed it, attributing it to my overactive imagination and the stress of moving. The first few days passed calmly, just the normal chaos of unpacking and getting settled. But then, strange occurrences began to emerge.

It started with small, almost insignificant incidents. I would leave a room and when I returned I would find objects displaced: keys, books, even furniture. At first I thought I was just inattentive, maybe exhausted from the change.

One night, as I was getting ready for bed, I heard a faint murmur. It was so light that I couldn't make out the words, but it was clear. I was paralyzed, my heart beating wildly.

I listened carefully, but the house returned to silence. I tried to convince myself it was just the wind or the house settling, but deep down I knew something wasn't right. Days later, I woke up in the early hours of the morning to the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

They were slow and careful, as if someone was lying in wait. My first thought was that someone had broken into the house. I grabbed the first object I could use as a weapon, a baseball bat I kept under my bed, and approached the door.

When I opened it, the footsteps suddenly stopped. The hallway was empty, but the air was thick and charged. I searched every room, every closet, but I found nothing.

I barely slept that night, and when morning came I seriously considered leaving, but I didn't. I told myself I was being irrational, that there must be a logical explanation. I tried to resume my routine normally, but the anxiety never left me.

Then things got worse. One afternoon, while I was in the living room, the television turned on by itself. The screen was covered in static and a chill ran through me.

I tried to turn it off, but the remote wouldn't respond. I ended up unplugging the television completely. I sat in the dark, my mind turbulent with fear and bewilderment.

The limit was one night when I woke up to the sound of scratching coming from inside the walls. It was incessant, as if something was trying to break free. I was frozen in terror as the noise grew louder and more desperate, and then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

I didn't sleep at all that night. The next day, I called a pest control company, thinking it could be rats or some other animal. They thoroughly inspected the house but found no signs of infestation.

However, they mentioned that the previous owners had left abruptly, leaving most of their things behind. That was enough for me. I packed my bags and left the house that same day.

I didn't care about the deposit or the hassle of moving again, I just needed to get out of that house. Looking back, I wish I had investigated more, asked more questions, but hindsight is always 20/20, right? So this is my story.

A home that seemed like a dream turned into a real nightmare. Maybe it was haunted, maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. All I know is that I will never ignore these feelings again.

If something seems wrong, it probably is. REPORT03 Last year, I moved to Milpaalta as I started a new job in Sochimilco. It was an incredible opportunity, so I quickly decided to move, even though I only had a week to organize everything.

I rented a modest apartment in the sparsely populated village of San Juan de Penac. The property was built where there had previously been a nopal plantation. The owner mentioned that there were elves there, but that's a topic for another story.

The complex had four apartments; We all shared the backyard for parking and clothesline, located on a steep slope. Normally I would come home from work and do my household chores, sometimes leaving the clothes on the line overnight to dry and collecting them in the morning, before going to work. The incident took place in a those mornings, when I went to get my clothes.

As I wasn't going back to the apartment that afternoon, I needed to get my clothes regardless of whether they were dry or not. I left at 4:30 in the morning, the time I woke up. I turned on the light that illuminated the entrance to my apartment and went to the backyard with the basket to collect the clothes.

I started checking which ones were dry, avoiding mixing them. That's when I noticed someone was watching me. I froze, as I was usually the first to wake up among the neighbors and total silence reigned.

I looked at the street gate and saw a female figure, or at least that's what I imagined, on the left corner of the gate, outside, staring at me fixedly. I didn't understand how she got there, given that the steep street usually echoed people's footsteps. If she had walked here, she had probably been waiting for a while, or had appeared out of nowhere.

I suppose it was a woman, but to this day I cannot clearly remember her features. Instinctively, I looked at the little door of the gate that was always open, so if that being wanted to enter, it could easily. I thought I had a few seconds before she reached me.

I turned to my apartment door, which I left ajar, thinking maybe I could run and take cover. When I looked again, the figure began to smile, as if understanding exactly what I planned to do. I was paralyzed, because the only detail I can remember of the figure is the disproportionate, inhuman smile, mocking how I planned to escape, my fear and my desire for safety.

As if floating, the figure slid sideways towards the door, without making a sound and maintaining the same posture. She stopped for a moment at the small door, waiting for my reaction. Immobilized by fear, I was unable to escape or carry out any of my plans.

Her smile grew even wider, dominating her face, and then she simply continued to float and disappeared up the hill. As soon as I lost sight of her, I abandoned the laundry basket and ran to my apartment. Since then, I have avoided going out without sunlight or arriving after dark.

If I needed to arrive late, I always did so accompanied. Luckily, this year I managed to move to a more central apartment, but Milpalta is still a land of naguals and witches. I believe that what I found was one of them, but I would like to know if anyone in the region who hears these stories knows what it was that I found that morning, the one that smiled until I was almost scared to death.

RELATED04 I would like to share a terrifying story that happened to me when I moved into my new home. It all started a few months ago, when I moved into a beautiful apartment in a quiet neighborhood in the city. Everything in the house was new: freshly painted walls, new floors, new kitchen and bathrooms.

When I moved in, everything seemed perfect, but after a while, I started having strange problems with the taps. The taps seemed to turn on and off by themselves. At first I didn't think much about it; Maybe it was just a new place and would take some getting used to.

One night, while I was sleeping, I woke up to the sound of water running from the bathroom. I went there, turned off the tap and went back to bed. However, the next night the same thing happened again, this time the sound was coming from the kitchen.

When I checked all the taps in the apartment the next morning, everything seemed normal, but in the evening the problems started again. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to call a plumber. I found a number online and called the guy, who seemed very professional.

He wore a uniform with a badge and seemed to know what he was doing. He told me his name was Kevin and spent a few hours at the house fixing the problem. Kevin said he had resolved the issues and that I wouldn't encounter any more.

At first everything seemed fine, the taps were working properly, but a few days later the same problems reappeared. This time, the sound of water was heard not only at night, but also during the day. I called Kevin again and asked him to come back.

Kevin came and stayed longer this time. During this time, I noticed some strange things. Kevin often talked on the phone while working and took notes.

I also noticed that some items in the house had been moved, but at the time I didn't think much of it. One night, I woke up again to the sound of taps, but this time the sounds were coming not just from the taps, but from throughout the house. I gathered all my courage and started walking around the house.

When I got to the living room, I saw that the window was open and there was someone outside. Terrified, I immediately called the police and reported the situation. When police arrived, the person outside had already fled.

However, during their investigation inside the house, they found some interesting things. They discovered small cameras hidden in various parts of the house. Even more shocking, it turned out that these cameras had been installed by the plumber, Kevin.

Kevin was actually a professional thief and used these methods to break into homes, install hidden cameras, and observe people's private lives, stealing their valuable belongings. It was lucky that I caught him in the act when I called the police. After this incident, it took me a long time to recover.

Feeling safe in my own home became impossible. The thief was caught, but the fear and horror I experienced lasted for a long time. REPORT05 First of all, I want to emphasize that I don't scare easily, but this episode gave me real chills.

A few years ago, in my senior year of college, I was home alone because my family was traveling. At that time, I was balancing my studies with a part-time job. The days were generally repetitive until that specific night.

Around 11 o'clock at night, I returned from work. We live in a detached house with a garden, located in an extremely quiet neighborhood. Everything seemed in order when I entered.

I changed my clothes, got something to eat and turned on the television. Afterwards, I decided to lie down. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a strange noise outside.

Initially, I thought it was just the wind, but the sound became clearer and more unsettling. I got up and went to the window. The noises from the garden sounded more intense, as if someone were walking there.

I thought it might be a lost cat, but anxiety was beginning to grow in me. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it outside through the window. I saw nothing; Maybe it really was just a cat.

I went back to bed and tried to sleep again, but within minutes the noises started again. This time, I paid more attention and identified what appeared to be footsteps. My heart accelerated.

I decided to face the situation and went out with my flashlight. It could be a burglar and I might need to call the police. I opened the door slowly and walked through the garden.

I shined my light around, looking for the source of the noises. For long minutes, I found nothing. Just as I was about to give up, the sound of rustling leaves behind me caught my attention.

I immediately turned the flashlight and was stunned to see a man at the fence. He wore a black overcoat and a hat that hid his face. Paralyzed, our eyes met, and he then moved, disappearing into the shadows.

Instead of calling the police, I ran inside and locked the door. My heart was racing. I couldn't sleep that night.

The next day, I questioned some neighbors, but no one had seen anything. Whatever I saw that night was no longer there. It took me days to compose myself.

I still have nightmares about that night occasionally. In my opinion, whoever or whatever I saw did not just appear on that occasion. I heard similar noises a few other times later, but I never had the courage to leave.

Was it a coincidence or was there really someone there? I'm still not sure, but one thing is certain: my life was never the same after that night. REPORT06 My name is John and today I want to share with you a curious and slightly sinister experience that I recently experienced.

Maybe it sounds familiar to some. As you know, I was exhausted from urban life and chose to move to a quieter place. I ended up finding the ideal house in a small town, a little old, but quite charming.

The first few weeks after moving in were pretty normal. I was settling in, arranging my furniture and getting to know the new neighbors. One day, I decided to explore the basement of the house; You can always find something interesting in old houses, right?

Well, that day I discovered an old radio in the basement, one of those big, wooden ones. It was a bit dusty and used, but it still worked. Radio sparked my interest.

I plugged it in and turned it on. At first, it was just static, but soon an old song started playing , which sounded like jazz from the 1930s. I was overcome by a wave of nostalgia and really enjoyed it.

I moved the radio to the living room and listened to it sporadically over the next few days. However, one night I noticed that the radio turned on by itself. It was almost midnight and the same old song started playing.

I thought it was strange, but I thought it could be because of the old radio mechanism. I hung up and went back to sleep. The following night, the same thing happened.

This time I paid more attention and saw the power switch moving on its own. This scared me a little, but I still looked for a rational explanation; Maybe it was a problem with the internal mechanism. One morning, I talked to my neighbor, Mr Anderson, and told him about what had happened.

Mr Anderson revealed that the previous owner of the house loved that radio and listened to it every night. The previous owner had passed away a few years ago, but it seemed like he never really let go of his beloved radio. This story surprised me and scared me even more.

That night, before going to sleep, I unplugged the radio; now he certainly couldn't call himself, I thought. But then again, around midnight, I woke up to the same song playing. The radio was still off, but the music was echoing.

This time I was really scared. I tried to identify the source of the sound, but I couldn't. The next day, I spoke to Mr Anderson again and told him what happened.

He suggested that I return the radio to the basement and leave it there; that way the former owner could rest in peace, he said. I took his advice: I put the radio back in the basement and never removed it again. After that, no bizarre events occurred in the house.

Life without a radio that turns on by itself turned out to be calmer than I imagined. Perhaps Mr Anderson was right and the previous owner really wanted his radio to remain in the basement. Who knows?

So that's my story, folks. Old houses always have their stories and, sometimes, echoes of that past are still present with us. If you find yourself in a similar situation, it might be worth respecting the past.

Maybe then everyone can live in peace. RELATED07 I moved into a new house, which was a significant step for me, as I hadn't lived alone for a long time. It was an old residence, located in a quiet neighborhood, a little away from the city center.

It had a garden that reminded me of the ones I played in as a child, which motivated my choice. The first few days were wonderful, but soon things started to change. The first peculiarity occurred on the third night.

I heard whispering sounds coming from a small room next to mine. At first I thought they were due to the old age of the house or perhaps small animals, but the next night, at the same time, the same whispering sounds were repeated, now clearer and closer. It sounded like someone was moving around inside the house.

One night, I got home very late from work and fell exhausted on the couch. When I was almost asleep, a noise coming from the kitchen scared me; the drawers were opening and closing as if someone was rummaging through something. I ran to the kitchen, terrified, but found nothing.

At that moment, I realized I was not alone. In the following days, the noise only increased. Doors opened on their own, lights flashed intermittently.

One morning I discovered a large X crossed out on the kitchen table. I tried to understand who had done it and why, but I found no clues. As a result, it became difficult to sleep.

One night, extremely tired, I went to bed early. Just as I was falling asleep, I felt my bedroom door open slowly. I woke up and saw a silhouette approaching in the dark.

However, when I turned on the light, there was no one there. It was then that I understood that I really wasn't alone. Interference in the house intensified.

I kept hearing strange sounds and seeing figures at night. I decided to record these noises. I positioned my cell phone in a corner and started recording.

The next day, when I listened to what was recorded, I was stunned: a hoarse voice said "go away". The voice emanated directly in front of the camera, but there was no one in the room that night. The next morning, I hurriedly left the house.

I was so scared that I left everything behind. I moved to another place and never thought about returning to that house. Even now, as I sleep, I still hear that husky voice.

Changing my address didn’t free me from the fear; he came with me. REPORT08 My name is Ryan and today I want to share the most terrifying moment of my life. This is the story of how an ordinary night turned into an absolute nightmare.

One day, I stopped at a supermarket on my way home from work. While wandering around the supermarket, I noticed a woman staring at me intently. Our eyes met, but I felt uneasy and left quickly.

When I got home, that look was still in my mind, but I didn't dwell on it too much. I was alone, I made dinner, watched a little TV and then decided to go to bed. In the middle of the night, I heard something moving outside the house.

Initially, I thought it was a cat or a dog, but the sounds started to intensify. Drven by curiosity, I approached the window and looked out, but I saw nothing. As the noises persisted, I became convinced that someone was circling my house.

I took out my cell phone, turned on the flashlight and directed it outside. Initially I didn't see anyone, but soon I noticed a silhouette moving in the shadows. My heart raced, I was sure there was someone out there.

I thought about calling the police, but my curiosity about who could be there was greater. I checked that the door was securely locked and waited. The sounds stopped.

I figured maybe it was just a prank. Just when I was calming down, a shadow crossed the door. My heart raced.

I armed myself with a broomstick and decided to open the door. With my heart in my hand, I opened the door and looked outside. There was nobody.

I was alone in the darkness. I turned to close the door. At that moment, I felt a breath behind me.

I was paralyzed, someone was very close. I slowly turned around and a flashlight hit my face, blinding me. Then I heard a deep voice: "You will pay the price for your curiosity.

" The light went out and I was plunged into darkness. Footsteps quickly moved away. I was left breathless and my heart was pounding.

I was motionless for a moment, then I called the police and reported what had happened. When the police arrived, they found no one, but there was a note in front of the door with the phrase: "I will return. " Since that day, I have never felt at peace in my home again.

Every night, the fear that the shadowy figure will return haunts me. Every noise, every figure makes me alert. This event changed my life forever and I still don't know the identity of that person or why they chose me, but I know that they will return one day.

REPORT09 I'm going to tell you about one of the scariest episodes of my life. This narrative is absolutely real and whenever I remember it, I get chills. It happened one night when I was going to a colleague's house.

It was a Friday, it was dark and raining. I was returning from my friend's birthday celebration. Everything seemed ordinary.

I was listening to music on the radio, eager to get home as soon as possible. Suddenly, one of my car's tires went flat. Luckily, I had a spare tire, so I pulled over and started changing it.

However, the rain had intensified and it was really difficult to change the tire in the dark of night. Then I heard a noise coming from the woods beside the road. At first I thought it was just the wind, but the sound kept getting closer.

A chill ran down my spine and I began to look around. Suddenly, I saw a silhouette coming out of the trees and heading towards me. As it got closer, I realized it was a man.

My heart accelerated. In the rain, I couldn't see the guy's face clearly, but he was slowly approaching. Instinctively, I left the tire and walked towards my car.

car. But then I was stopped by the man's voice: "Can you help me? " His voice had something strange about it, as if he were pleading and threatening at the same time.

I hesitated for a moment, but fear took over. I ran into the car, locked the doors and tried to start it. The man started knocking on the car window.

In a peak of panic, I managed to start the car and accelerated. When I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw the man running behind me. I didn't understand what was happening, but I felt that something very wrong was happening.

When I got home, I reflected on what had happened and decided to contact the police. I reported the incident, but their response was not reassuring. Similar incidents had already occurred in that region before and no one knew who that man was.

After that episode, I never walked that road alone at night again. To this day, when I recount this experience, I still get chills. REPORT10 Before starting this report, I need to clarify some points.

This incident occurred in July 2021 and I have not yet fully recovered. My girlfriend and I decided to visit the forest to enjoy the natural environment. The weather was perfect, with birdsong and trees rustling.

It was truly peaceful. The first few hours went by without any problems. First we set up our tent, then we lit our fire and prepared our meal.

In the afternoon, we chose to explore the area, followed trails, found a lagoon and stayed there for some time. Everything seemed perfect, I thought it was exactly what I needed. After dinner, we sat by the fire and started talking.

The sky was dark and the stars were beginning to shine. The sight of a starry night like this is impossible to see in the city, it was truly magical. As the night progressed, the temperature dropped, so we decided to get into the tent and sleep.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a noise. Initially, I thought it was just the wind, but as I paid more attention, I heard a voice calling my name. It sounded like my girlfriend's voice, even though she was inside the tent.

I woke her up immediately and told her that someone was outside; She was a little scared, but when we checked, there was no one there. We tried to sleep again, but this time I heard my name clearly, it seemed to come from far away. “Help, please help,” the voice screamed.

It was my girlfriend's voice, but she was next to me. This terrified me. I quickly unzipped the tent and looked outside, but I didn't see anything.

We went into a state of total panic, my girlfriend also started to hear the voice I heard, and it was, in fact, her voice , coming from outside. We quickly gathered our things and decided to leave, abandoning our tent and starting to run. As we fled, I saw a dark figure in the trees.

I couldn't see his face, but he seemed to be watching us. The fear was so intense that I could barely breathe. At that moment, we didn't know what to do, so we just kept running.

We finally got to our car and left in a hurry. When we got home, we were still shaken. Both my girlfriend and I will never forget this episode.

After this experience, we promised never to camp in that forest again. But the most shocking thing we discovered after we returned home is that years ago, a young couple had disappeared in these same forests and were never found. According to rumors, those who sought them heard the same voices.

Since this incident, many believe that the forest is cursed. Now we are among these people. RELATED11 When I moved into my home for the first time, I thought I was embarking on one of the most significant adventures of my life: living alone in a serene and calm neighborhood, far from the urban hustle and bustle.

It was exciting. The previous owner had gotten rid of the house quickly, which seemed a little strange to me, but I didn't think much of it. After all, I had always lived in rented properties, and owning my own home seemed like a dream come true.

The first few weeks were peaceful, enjoying the silence at night and drinking tea in the garden. It was truly peaceful. However, Over time, peculiar events began to occur.

No, I'm not talking about apparitions or scary monsters. What I experienced was something much more tangible and unsettling. One night, while I was watching television, I heard a noise outside.

I approached the window that overlooked the garden and saw someone walking around there. I left immediately, but there was no one there. Initially, I thought it was a prank or perhaps a neighbor's cat, but as these episodes became more recurrent, my concern grew.

Another night, when I was about to sleep, I noticed a silhouette near the front door. As I approached, the silhouette disappeared. I opened the door, and once again, there was no one.

These events began to seriously disturb me. I knew something was wrong. Finally, I decided to install surveillance cameras.

The night I adjusted them I felt a little safer, but the next morning when I checked the recordings I was terrified by what I found. A man had spent the night wandering around my garden and checking the front door. He hadn't stolen anything or caused damage, but his mere presence was frightening.

I went to the police station and reported what happened. They analyzed the footage, but were unable to identify the man as his face was not clearly visible. They recommended that I be more cautious and talk to the neighbors.

When talking to them, I learned that the previous owner had faced similar problems, which is why he sold the house so quickly. No one knew who the man was or what his motivation was. Some neighbors suspected it might be a local prank, but I wasn't convinced.

The incidents persisted. Every night, I checked the cameras, watching for the man to return. But then, suddenly, everything stopped.

The man never returned. The nighttime calm was restored. I may never discover the man's identity, but this experience taught me that moving to a new home isn't just about starting over; it can also bring unforeseen challenges.

If you're planning to move somewhere new, remember that things aren't always what they seem. REPORT12 My colleague Derek and I share a house. He's quite a party animal, often staying out until the early hours or even spending the night out, so I often have the house to myself.

One of those nights, with Derek probably at a party, I took the opportunity to relax alone. I grabbed some beers and went to the swing on our porch. It was a pleasant night and, already past midnight, the neighborhood was quiet, with most people already asleep.

After almost an hour outside, a man appeared walking down our street. He was a big guy, wearing a hood over his head, but his walk was strange, very stiff; it seemed like only his legs moved while his torso remained motionless. When he reached the part of the street in front of our house, he stopped and looked at me.

I waited for him to say something, but he remained silent, just standing there in the middle of the street, looking at me. I asked, "Hi, do you need anything? " He remained quiet for a moment and then started walking towards my entrance.

I got up from the bench and shouted for him to go away. Noticing him approaching quickly, I ran inside and locked the door. Then I looked through the peephole and saw the man come to the door.

He hesitated for a second before pulling out something that was hidden under his hoodie; it was difficult to see through the small viewfinder, but it looked like a hammer or perhaps a crowbar. Knowing what would likely happen next, I ran upstairs to the bedroom, locking myself in and calling 911, staying as silent as possible. I could hear the wood on the door creaking as I spoke to the operator.

Then a loud noise and then silence; the only thing audible was the broken door shaking. I waited, anticipating hearing the man's footsteps approaching the bedroom door, but instead the minutes dragged by until I heard the siren of a police car. I thought about running to meet the police, but the operator instructed me to stay where I was until they got to me.

I sat down again, and thirty seconds later, I heard one of the officers coming up the stairs, followed by screams and the sound of a taser being fired. The man was right in front of the bedroom door, as if he was waiting for me to open it. He was arrested and was visibly intoxicated, but I didn't really know who he was or the reason for his actions.

Police officers said he did not explain why he was there or what he intended to do. I just know that if I had opened that door, it probably would have been the last thing I would have done. If you liked the video, consider subscribing to the channel, leaving a like, commenting on what you thought of the video and sharing it with all your friends and family.

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