3 Disturbing TRUE Stories From People's Childhoods

[Music] this happened when I was a young child maybe like 8 years old my parents had me late my two older siblings are both at least 10 years older than me I was woken up in the middle of the night to a commotion from downstairs one night it was my parents I cracked my door open and heard my parents freaking out about something something I wasn't sure what it was I went to the stairway and stood at the top calling down Mom Dad my mom came to the bottom of the stairs and said to me

go back to bed I listened without asking any questions I could tell they were stressed about something though I was trying to go back to sleep when I heard the front door downstairs slam shut and then it was dead silence I presumed they left the house but I wasn't sure why either way I listened to my mom and went back to sleep I woke up again to sounds downstairs once more it was the sound of the front door closing and then footsteps but no talking naturally I assumed they were back home and just being quiet

so that they wouldn't wake me up I heard occasional steps and thuds from downstairs I heard drawers and cabinets being opened and closed and I thought for sure I heard the fridge opening too I thought it was my older brother Chris who's 10 years older than me and at the time he was already driving so he was going out and coming home late so him getting home at like 2: a.m. and rumaging the fridge wasn't abnormal at all these are all things I was telling myself logical explanations as to what I was hearing eventually I

heard footsteps coming up the stairs getting louder and closer until they reached the top and then made their way first thing to my door my door quietly and slowly opened I didn't sit up or move I just had my eyes open facing the door as I was still laying down there weren't any lights on outside of my room whoever was walking around was doing so in the dark so all I saw was this black mass at my doorway resembling the shape of someone's head I said every name starting from Chris to Mom to Dad then

I just said who's there they didn't reply they just closed the door and I was left there confused but mildly creeped out I heard footsteps going downstairs I was convinced it was my dad now just coming to check on me after getting home though I wasn't sure why he was ignoring me I didn't hear anything from downstairs for a while now I allowed curiosity to get the better of me and I went downstairs in the dark I kept all the lights off as I was approaching the kitchen and I froze at the doorway noticing a

tall figure standing right in the middle of the kitchen I said Dad assuming it was him just based off the size of this person a deep voice said go back upstairs I ran back up the stairs to my room and closed the door and jumped under the covers all I was thinking was why did my dad's voice sound like that the reality of a stranger being in the house didn't dawn on my innocent little mind not until a little later when I heard the front door opening and a commotion from downstairs again the voices of

my parents I went to the top of the stairway again and they were shocked to see I was still awake I asked what happened they told me that Chris had a little accident but that he was going to be fine I found out month later that he had gotten into a car accident driving in a condition that he shouldn't have been driving in my parents got a call from the hospital and so they rushed to see him first thing leaving me to sleep I asked my dad if he had come in my room before and

that was when I learned that they had been gone for hours my mom started freaking out yelling at my dad because he had neglected to lock the door when they rushed out of the house me telling my parents about the person at my bedroom door and in the kitchen caused my dad to search the house with his gun and my mom to call the police police the last thing I really remember was being asked by a police officer to give my story my parents tell me that they felt like morons having to explain to the

cops that they left me alone and left the door unlocked I don't think anything of value was stolen even though whoever broke into the house clearly didn't have intentions of harming me having a complete stranger in your house is already a terrifying ordeal now imagine going through that at 8 years old it was around 2013 to 2014 my brother was about 7 or 8 at the time and we had just moved into a new house to be closer to school and for cheaper rents it was a pretty nice house all things considered it even had

a cozy fireplace for the winter anyway my brother was really into Batman and had this Batman car that if a button was pressed made noises and lit up it was basically his favorite toy so he played with it often then one afternoon he came inside from playing out back and told us he found something so obviously my mom and I asked what it was it was a picture of a young boy in the form of one of those tags you get if your parents paid extra for school photos the picture was dirty and full of

wear and teir even to the point you couldn't see the year it was taken we thought that okay some parent lost their kids' picture no big deal and then my brother said something that confused me that's buddy he said and I looked at him with a facial expression that basically asked him to repeat himself and he did he pointed at the picture and said this is Buddy he's my friend I slowly nodded my head as if I knew who he was talking about the main reason this confused me is because my brother didn't make friends

easily and he had no friends that I knew of and this buddy only came up once we had moved I Shrugged it off and figured he'd made friends with the Nextdoor neighbors or something and he somehow got the school picture as like a Keepsake that night around 3:00 a.m. when everyone in the house was asleep I woke up to my brother talking so naturally annoyed I walked into his room to tell him to go to bed or else he'd wake up our parents it was weird because when I walked into his room he was sitting

up straight in his bed as if he was actually talking to someone and not just to himself or his toys I told him to go to bed and I went to bed myself a couple days later my mom was talking to me about my brother and asked if I'd seen him get up at night and I said no I woke up to him talking a few nights ago but that was it why and she said he had been acting weird but as usual we both Shrugged it off as him being a kid now in my

room my bed was right across from my door meaning if I turned over I could see into the hallway right in front of me one night I woke up to use the bathroom and since I myself was and still I'm very afraid of the dark I left the hallway light on knowing my dad would turn it off once he got up and I'd probably be asleep by then I was laying in my bed facing my door when a sudden noise made me jump it was my brother's damn Batman car who was making noises so I

got up to tell my brother that he shouldn't be up this late playing but when I got into his room he was asleep in his bed with a toy across the room on the floor still making noise I walked over to it to turn it off I was finally able to go back to sleep but the following days my brother would not shut up about Buddy it was honestly starting to freak me out so I went over to the neighbors houses to the right right and left of us one house didn't even have kids and

the other was vacant this started to worry me but my dad said it was probably just an imaginary friend he came up with I went along with it since I couldn't think of any other solution but almost every night one of us my mom dad or sister would say we heard my brother's toy making noise and had to go into the room and turn it off I explained that I had to do it as well and once again brought up my brother talking to someone one night my dad swore up and down that the toy

was probably motion activated but when we bought it there was no advertisement for motion activation my sister and I were so unnerved by it that we started to sleep in my room together which I'm glad we did or else I'd probably write this off as a bad dream my sister and I were talking trying to keep each other calm and in good spirits until we heard the dreaded noise of my brother's toy we both looked toward my open door and into my brother's room which was right across mine into his room our Expressions turned into

those of horror as we saw our brother's toy rolling past the door all on its own we screamed and ran to our parents' room and they got mad at our brother saying it was a cruel joke to play on us as we were already freaked out what he said sent chills down my spine it wasn't me Budd he wanted to play that night the toy went into the trash batteries taken out and all my sister and I were relieved until the next day my brother had the toy again my parents accused him of getting it

out of the trash to which he responded buddy got it for me the toy was broken into small pieces and thrown away for the final time my brother was obviously upset but our parents got him a new Batman figurine and everything was fine it wasn't until about a week later when we all felt that everything was okay now and that buddy was gone my mom was cooking chicken breasts on the countertop George form and Grill and she had come into the living room to ask us something and then we all jumped as we heard a

crash in the kitchen we went in there to see the George Foreman grill halfway across the kitchen as if it had been thrown my mom swore it was nowhere near the edge and my dad had no explanations nothing happened afterwards and we moved out about a year later but to this day I wonder if my brother's imaginary friend buddy wasn't [Music] imaginary when I was just 10 we moved to a new house in a different town I was entering a new elementary school as a fifth grader which is always tough starting out it was a

bit awkward as all the kids already knew each other as I was just some random kid entering the scene in my Elementary School you were made to sit with the kids from your class during lunch and I remember it being really awkward the first few days at school kids are extremely judgmental around that age and I was judged as the new kid so it made making new friends more difficult but those initial days of being the new kid on the Block I actually met a few of the Kids on the Block one of the kids

was Dan who went to a private school so we went to different schools we met while I was biking down the street and he asked if I had just moved into the house on the corner we started hanging out from there then a few days later I met Alex Alex actually rang the bell one day and asked my parents for me I was confused when my parents called me to the door and introduced me to him he said he lived down the block and wanted to know if I like video games of course I said

yes and he invited me over to his house to play Grand Theft Auto San Andreas I didn't have that game but I really wanted it so I said yes we walked to his house which was literally the Corner House at the opposite end of the block right away I felt like the house looked less nice than every other house on the Block it was the same size as most but it just looked run down and not taken care of there was no grass the front yard was just two big patches of dirt with a walkway

cutting through them to the front door we entered the house and it was equally disheveled inside it was like a house of Hoarders boxes and junk everywhere in every room he led us to the basement which smelled like 15 cats lived down there weirdly enough there didn't seem to be any pets the basement was a pigy it may have been the messiest room in the house we sat on this brown leather couch placed right in front of the TV TV he had a GameCube and PS2 he booted up San Andreas and we played the two-player

mode and it was actually fun and in that moment I thought I was going to like Alex and would want to be friends with him eventually I wanted to go home and so I said I got to go and he seemed really disappointed like he wanted to keep hanging out we'd already been playing for like 2 hours though so I just wanted to go home he followed me halfway home until I said see you later basically saying in a friendly way all right go away now that was the first warning sign that Alex was a

wacko but I didn't find it concerning just yet the next day Alex rang the doorbell again and asked my parents if I could come play this time we played GameCube in my room for about an hour not to sound mean or judgmental but I was starting to not really like him just because I felt like he was weird and he made me uncomfortable with how physically close he got to me the next day after school he rang the bell again I wasn't really in the mood and told my mom to tell him I don't feel

good so he left I would rather hang out with Dan honestly because I just liked him more that same day I rode my bike up to Dan's house to see if he could hang out he was down so we started riding our bikes further up the block and this was a mistake because as we passed Alex's house he came outside onto his front stoop as if he were waiting by the window it was weird but it was also awkward because I just had my mom tell him that I was sick before as we passed I

told Dan that I hung out with that kid and that I felt like he was slightly weird Dan was shocked that I hung out with him saying that whole family is crazy I found out from Dan that Alex was actually a couple years older than me he was 12 from this point I decided to steer clear of him the next weekend Alex came to our door again asking for me I told my mom before this already to tell him I'm not home if he came back so she did that but late that night I woke

up to my window completely open and a cool breeze blowing into the room it was a chilly September night so I most definitely left the window closed originally waking up to an unexpected breeze made me question who could have done that then I felt something poke my foot and I screamed I looked at the foot of my bed and saw Alex he told me to be quiet it's just him before I could even ask what he was doing in my room he explained that his parents were fighting and he wanted to sleep with me he

climbed through my window I was in shock I told him to get out he pleaded with me to let him sleep in bed with me again I told him to get out watching him turn and climb out of my window was a disturbing scene I closed the window and locked it and then went straight to my parents to wake them up and tell them they couldn't believe it the next day my parents both went down the block to talk to Alex's parents and when they came back they said it didn't go well Alex's crazy mom

screamed and laughed in my parents faces taking no accountability for her son's actions I'm sure my parents didn't want to get police involved because Alex was just a kid but however many nights later I woke up to Knox at my window I had my blinds closed but I knew for a fact it was Alex I didn't answer the knocks went on and on for like 5 minutes I even heard an attempt at opening the window I was actually scared I remember my heart racing eventually of course the knock stopped I went to tell my parents

and they told me to just ignore it I think they weren't as threatened because like I said before Alex was just a kid it was probably a few days later when Dan and I along with another kid I made friends with from school were biking from my house down the block and when we passed Alex's house I saw him run to the window as we passed and he just watched I told my friends about what happened and they found it hilarious and up my other friend made a comment about how he sounds like someone who

would live in a gross house like that that night for the final time I woke up to a sound in my room it was the sound of my window being shattered I screamed like a girl as I saw Alex climbing through the window through the closed blinds I ran to my parents' room and woke them up by this point Alex was already back outside my dad went outside and chased him all the way back to his house with Al making it back inside his house before my dad could catch up to him my dad pounded

on the door until Alex's parents opened up and my dad must have said something right because he somehow managed to convince Alex's parents to pay for the window if he didn't involve the police they ended up paying whatever it cost to fix the window and I never heard from Alex again though I did see him once or twice in front of his house the next couple years while in the car passing his house that family eventually ended up moving somewhere else thankfully I think there's a chance Alex was looking to do something crazy like murder

me or at the very least attack me just because he saw me hanging with other kids when I didn't want to be his friend I mean what else would he do after shattering my window with something and climbing inside I'm scared to wonder what kind of person Alex grew up to be