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The original was posted on /r/truescarystories by /u/sxgarcrxsh on 2024-08-27 18:59:20+00:00.


this happened to me while I was in middle school. for background we used to live in a really, crappy and old house; in a really crappy and old neighborhood. our house had two types of fences, in the very back of our backyard was a tall wooden fence, in the front and sides of the house was a generic white picket fence.

the first year that we lived here it was very quiet, we never saw many neighbors around or rarely heard anything. this changed, however, when I began to hear knocking at my window. this happened for a couple of weeks, every time I had told my parents they did not believe me. I am very spiritual, and then I used to think our house was haunted, it creaked a lot and always had weird noises which I counted as evidence.

the knocking continued to get worse over weeks. I remember thinking that the knocking was coming from the mirror in my room, because it was so loud it sounded like it was coming from my room. I had two windows in my room, one above my nightstand and one that was right beside my bed. I want to specify this knocking ONLY came from the one above my nightstand. the window beside my bed had a giant metal box underneath it, it had loud fans on it. (I don’t know the name of it lol). the other window had bushes below it.

the knocking only grew over the next few weeks. at this point I had confided in my younger sister about it, since my parents did not believe me about it. I found out that she had also heard loud knocking from her own windows. I did tell my parents that we BOTH heard noises. my dad did say he had investigated but did not find anything.

there was one night I remember very vividly. I had managed to make a pillow fort in my room with chairs and sheets, and had been sleeping in it this night. it was late summer and I couldn’t sleep so I watched the Dolan Twins on YouTube. I had eventually put away my phone on my nightstand, rolled over, and tried to fall asleep. that’s when the soft tapping on my window started. I was used to it at this point, but still I was terrified. I laid still and waited for it to go, but it didn’t. the tapping turned into loud knocks, then soon into pounding at my window. I refused to move, at this point I was crying. I thought the glass was going to shatter from how hard the pounding on my window had been, I had heard my window shaking as it proceeded. and as soon as it had started, it had stopped.

the knocking from here had seemed to somewhat stop, but this only led to weirder things happen. I remember looking at the bushes that were shifted weirdly under my window, and I guess this is when it really hit me that a person had been doing this, not some ghost. other weird things that had happened at the house included:

there was one night when my family had gotten home pretty late, and I remember, like straight out of a horror movie, in the large bushes under my sisters window I had heard a phone go off. It was pitch black outside, so I didn’t see anybody at all, but I swear on everything to this day I did hear a phone ping. this had happened TWICE to me, I had heard a phone ping under my window a couple nights later. this time I was in bed.

random rocks/marbles would show up outside. I never really thought anything of it, but I did find it weird. outside in front of our garage we used to find large rocks, the kind that you would find at a playground. our house did not have any of these. along with those we would find small marbles.

the reason I point to my neighbor for this is because he was the only neighbor we would ever see. it was rare to see him, but usually he was just in his yard. If I had seen him, or he had caught me looking at him, he would move out of sight behind our larger wood fences. there was one specific day where he had really scared me and my sister. my dad had left for something and my sister, I, and my mom were the only people home. me and my sister, I’ll call her A, were sitting on the back porch swing. we did this regularly almost, sitting and talking as the sun began to set. we faced towards our white fences, and at this moment I had been looking around the yard. that was when I saw him, our neighbor at our fence, peering over and watching me and A. I tried ignoring him, until he started walking along our white fence. he paced back and forth beside our fence, watching us, not speaking. he did this for a couple of minutes before our mother noticed, I guess through the window. she made us come inside, and she stayed at our glass back door to watch him. he kept pacing. after a while of him doing this, him not speaking, leaving, and showing no signs of stopping, my mother called our grandfather to come over and dad to come back. once my grandfather did show up, the neighbor left and went back into his house.

after this, we didn’t hear much from him. we did hear occasional knocks or did find rocks, but other than that he stayed quiet. my fear about a stalker was confirmed after we had moved. the family that had moved in after us had two sons, I believe they were about the same age as me and A. the new residents reported that once after their oldest son had accidentally threw away something and had went to find it in the garbage outside. the next morning they got a letter on their front porch, not in the mailbox.

if I remember, it read something along the lines of “I saw your son last night digging through the trash. you should tell him to be more careful. you don’t know who is watching.”. the family moved shortly afterwards.

I told my parents about this, and apparently the family had been experiencing similar things like me and A did when we lived there. as far as I am aware nobody lives at that house, nor was the person who left notes, knocked, etc. was ever found/caught. it does freak me out to think about how my parents did not believe us, only for them to be proven wrong by the next family that moved in.

this story turned out wayyyy longer than I had intended, but I wanted to share my story just for the fun of it. thanks for reading