I would say scary rather than creepy. When I was about ten years old I was at home when my mum went to the shops. I had been in the sitting room watching television before deciding I wanted a drink and heading to the kitchen. From the door of the kitchen I saw the tall thin outline of a man outside of my back door and could see the door knob turn. He put his hand through the cat flap but was unable to reach the door. He went after a few minutes and so I removed the key from the back door and put it on the kitchen table. I sat on the stairs in front of the front door until my mum got back. Terrified.



My sister and I were latch-key kids. We would come home from school and babysit ourselves for an hour or so until my mom came home from work.

One day, when we were about 10 and 8, a guy knocked on the door. We didn’t open it (under orders from my mom not to open it ever for anyone). He was a greasy old man, driving a big, rusty 70s car. He said he worked for the FBI and commanded us to open the door and talk to us or our mom would be in big trouble. We refused. He drove off and we never saw him again.


28 People Describe Their Creepiest Experiences While Home Alone (1)


Not really creepiest, but its still creepy when it happens.

When I’m watching something scary on the TV, or computer, and my dog is beside me, she keeps staring down my long hallway turning her head and intently staring, at nothing.



Almost got robbed.

I was home alone, age 12 or something, and I heard the sound of glass shattering from my parents’ room. I cautiously walked in to see what was going on, thinking that maybe the dogs had knocked something over, but was met with the silhouette of a guy climbing in through the window. He didn’t notice me at first, and I was dumbfounded for a few seconds. Then I shouted for the dogs

We had two boxers at the time, one of which was a very aggressive guard dog, and they both came running. The guy looked up and saw me, but immediately jumped back out of the window. I was honestly hoping the dogs would chase him through the window, but they stopped in the room and just barked at him. I eventually let them out back to go check it out, but the dude was long gone by then.

My parents got home a couple hours later to a frightened young tween holding a broom handle as a weapon, with both dogs sitting around me. I didn’t sleep well for the next few weeks.



I have a sleep talk recorder app on my phone. Basically, it only records when it hears sounds, so when you wake up you have a bunch of around 8-20 second sound clips. Usually they’re the sound of me rolling around in my sleep.

But one night, I was home alone (parents were out, brother was at a friends house), and when I woke up and was listening to the recordings, I heard

Mmm… one, two

in what sounded kind of like a German mans’ accent. There’s no way I could have made that sound, I’m a teenage girl.

EDIT: the app is called Sleep Talk Recorder

EDIT 2: here’s the link http://sleeptalkrecorder.com/Media/20131014_031716.mp3



One day while doing my laundry one of the lights blew out in my basement. My basement is set up so that the laundry room is split from the other side of the basement with a wall and a door. In order to get upstairs you have to exit the laundry room and go through the other part of the basement.

So the light blew in the other part, not the laundry room. As it was the only light on that side, it was pretty fucking dark. I finished the laundry I had to do while dreading the walk through the dark basement. I exit the laundry room, get half way through the basement, and I hear a loud cackle.

Imagine a sound people make when they imitate a witch. Take that and imagine that the witch had been smoking for 50 years, making her voice deeper and hoarser. That is what I heard, clear as day, right behind me.

I did not look hesitate to bolt for the stairs. I waited until my father got home and then changed the bulb. I have yet to hear that cackle since, and I have not told a single person in the house about it.



When I was a young kid I was home alone while my Mum took my sister to school. After about 15 minutes I heard the front unlock, door open, and footsteps. They went into the kitchen but were very slow and heavy footsteps. I assumed it was my Mum but thought it sounded weird for her, normally she calls out when she gets home she’s a slim woman. This sounded like a big built guy with boots on. So I called out and the footsteps stopped. Dead silence. I freaked out and grabbed our dog from outside and hid in a corner.

A short while later my Mum really did come home and I told her about it and that I didn’t hear them leave. However, the door was still locked. The windows were locked. And there wasn’t a single sign anyone had entered. Not even a mark on the carpet from a shoe. To this day I have no idea what happened.



Woke up around 2:00 AM to use the restroom, and I looked down the hallway and saw some figure standing in my kitchen. I looked away, and looked back and it was gone. I almost didn’t have to use the restroom because I about pissed myself.



When I was a teenager I lived in my father’s basement. He would frequently go on business trips and I would be alone in the house for up to a week at a time.

One evening in spring, I was up alone watching tv at around 2am when I heard through the open windows what sounded like two distinct sets of footsteps outside, walking from the front yard, around the side, and into the backyard, where they stopped.

It was then that I realized that since all my lights were on, I couldn’t see outside, but the outside could see me.

I immediately panicked, shutting off my tv and lights. So now I was alone in my basement, with no lights on, with what I thought were two prowlers sitting on my back deck. I don’t know how long I was frozen in the darkness, but after I didn’t hear any more sounds for a while I quietly crept upstairs to try to get a better look into my backyard. Thankfully all the lights upstairs were already off. Unfortunately, with the way the bushes and patio umbrella were set up, there were large blind spots where it sounded like those footsteps stopped.

I considered calling 911, but then when my father inevitably found out, I knew I’d be forced to stay with my aunt when he went out of state. So I stared at that deck waiting to see movement for at least ten minutes before I began convincing myself that my mind was playing tricks on me. I decided to go investigate outside.

I grabbed the closest thing to a weapon I could, an old shepherd’s axe, went out my front door, and crept around the side of my house, crouching behind a bush. I finally mustered the courage to swing the axe into the bush and shoutout “HEY!” Nothing would happen, right? No one was there, and I’d have a good laugh, albeit an embarrassed one, when I realized I was just being paranoid.

Instead, I immediately heard the sound of deck chairs scraping on wood, and two sets of human footsteps running off into the opposite direction.

My heart stopped. I felt like I blacked out for a second from the adrenaline rush. I ran back around the side of my house in the direction I came! What was I to do?? There was no time to think! I made it to my front door, swung it open, rushed inside, slammed it shut, and stood there in the darkness, practically hyperventilating! I stared out into the street, waiting to see someone leaving the property, but no one did. It was then that I realized that now, I wasn’t safe inside my house like I thought I would be. I was trapped.

So I ran out the front door into the middle of the street where I could scream if I saw someone. Surely by now I should have called the cops, but I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, if I ever was. Now I was facing my house, but I still didn’t see anyone. So I glanced to the left down the street. Nothing. Then I looked right.

Two male figures were walking away from me, a block and a half down the street. Just as soon as I noticed them, they turned left at the t-junction onto the main road, and disappeared out of sight.

For some reason I ran after them, and when I turned that corner, no one was there. There should have been nowhere to go, and they would have only made it about a half block if they were just walking. They must have had a car waiting there.

I was thirteen.



Just happened this summer. Was home alone and heard the doorbell ring. Opened up to see a this man there holding a large square bag. He starts talking about how he’s an artist and is opening up a gallery soon and wanted to sell a couple painting for a lower price to drum up interest or whatever. I’m Canadian and über polite so I just nodded and let him open the bag and start showing me the painting. They were nice, couple landscapes, couple portraits… And then the nudes started. This went passed nude art.

First one was painted and was okay, then the second one seemed more photo realistic and depicted a very messed up orgy. Then it went through beastilaity and gore and just got really intense and awful. The man just stood there flicking through the canvases and grinning at me. At one point he made a small step towards me and I just blurted out I didn’t have enough money to pay for anything and slammed the door. Checked a couple minutes later and he was still there. I shouted out from a window that I was gonna call the police and he left.



About a week before, a rash of break-ins had started in our neighborhood. Someone had attempted to break into our next door neighbor’s house, and both of our windows were accessible from a backyard ledge and a slope to a second floor window.

The sunday before the break in, a stranger knocked REALLY loudly at our door. It was the type of knock cops use before they raid your house. When we answered the door, he muttered something about having the wrong house and walked away. We reported it to the police, but not much could be done at that point.

I got home at about 1pm from a doctor’s appointment and all seemed well in the house. We thought we were relatively okay because we made sure the windows were locked at all times and didn’t open them.

My roommate’s door was closed at the time. I went to my room to change into house clothes since I wasn’t planning to go anywhere, and went back downstairs.

About 10 minutes after I got home I sat down to watch a Henry Rollins video. Half way through the video I hear a commotion upstairs, more than either of my cats were capable of.

Instead of calling the police immediately, I go upstairs with a machete into my roommate’s room. One of my cats is hiding under my bed and the other is REALLY spooked. My roommate’s window is wide open and there is what looks like dog poop tracked on her bed. All the things on her window sill had been knocked over or off, and there were foot prints in their place.

I eventually did call the cops, but there was nothing to investigate at that point.

Some jewelry boxes were open and there was evidence of someone rustling through the drawers, but thankfully nothing was broken or stolen. My roommate didn’t really have much of value just sitting out in her room.

I’m not sure if they were already there when I got home or if they snuck in just after I got home and didn’t hear me make any noise until I turned the video on.

Later on, we came to find out that our windows were not installed properly(among many other things in that shitty, shitty house), so our locks didn’t even work. We put a metal bar in the top of every accessible window.

There was another break in attempt at our next door neighbor a couple weeks later, but nothing at our house again.



when I was 7 and home alone two people tried to get into my house. They kept knocking and telling me to get my mommy which seemed okay enough, but then they kept hitting the door and trying to open it. 7 year old me kept the door locked and by the time they tried to go to the back door I had run and locked those doors too. Eventually they left, but it was scary.



I was house-sitting for my parents, who live in the actual middle of nowhere. The closest neighbor they have is about a mile away. My parents had taken their dogs with them on vacation to the beach, so it was an eerie and silent house to be in. It was the kind of quiet that you wouldnt want to turn off the tv, or you would be faced with nothing but the eerie sound of your breath and footsteps.

On one completely pitch black night, void of any moon, I stepped on to the back porch for a quick smoke before bed. As I reached the bottom of the steps, I pulled out a cigarette from the pack, and fumbled for my lighter. As I flicked the wheel, the glow of the small flame briefly lit up my surroundings. In that split second of brief illumination, it became apparent I was not alone. In the few seconds it took my brain to process the dimly lit image, I realized that I had just momentarily seen some MASSIVE brown haired, four legged beast eating from one of the dog’s bowls by the steps leading from the porch into the house. And I do mean MASSIVE. Twice the size of me, at least. Covered in some dirty brown human-like hair from front to back. I didn’t make out its head, but I knew from the glimpse of it’s torso that is what something I’ve never seen in the wild. As I stood there in fear from what was standing not three feet away from me, unseen in the blackness of night, it lets out some kind of deep guttural grunt, and plods off into the woods, shaking the porch as it runs away, leaving me scared and shaking in the pitch-black dark with a still unlit cigarette hanging from my mouth.

Needless to say, I ran inside, turned on every light, and hid in the most interior room of the house, like any grown adult man would. My brain couldn’t process what it might be, but my imagination was filling in all the blanks with whatever scary beast could be lurking out in the woods just a few feet from my parents back door, waiting to eat the shit out of me.

A couple weeks later I finally found out there was some reports that some of those giant feral pigs had moved onto my parents land. No giant scary monster thing. Just some overgrown hairy pig looking for a meal.



I remember a while back, when I was around 11 or 12 years of age, I was looking for my Nintendo DS. I looked everywhere. Under my bed, behind my pillows, on my shelves, in wardrobes, and even the inside of my bed cover. I completely took off my bed covers, which were white, compared to my Black DS which would have been easily visible. I looked everywhere. I was pretty annoyed, and aloud I said “Ugh, I can’t believe I’ve lost it again“. I then quickly went to the toilet. I was no longer than 60 seconds. I came back into my room and saw my DS, opened, right in the center of my bed. I was spooked to say the least. All I could muster was a timid ‘Thank you’, to who ever found my DS for me.



I was the caretaker at a ranch just outside of Yellowstone National Park. It was winter and my dog and I were the only 2 on the property. Overnight there was a large snowstorm. I woke up at 5 am to my dog barking and a knock on the front door. I woke startled and waiting for another knock before I got out of bed. My dog was now pacing and moaning. I stumbled to the door opened it up and no one was there. Not a single track in the snow leading to the house in the fresh 15″ of powder. My nearest neighbor was 2 miles away. I went back to bed and did not think much about it. Later that morning I woke and my dog and I went to town to work my other job as a ski technician. When I returned home later that night, my back door was open. Still the only tracks to or from the house my mine and my pups. I searched the entire property and still no new tracks. Searching the house, I found the the bed had been slept on in the guest bedroom. That bed had been made and neat for weeks. There was still an indentation of someones head on the pillow. This was an old ranch and I had heard rumors that a few people had died in this cabin I lived in. This is one of the few spooky encounters I had on this property.



Was in my grandmother’s old house (and when i say old, i mean like 100 years old) Playing in her room on the second story. Sitting on her bed when all three of the doors in her room slammed shut at the same time. There were no windows open, no drafts. That was the only time it ever happened.

I still refuse to go in that house alone.



My dad loves to whistle (something I do a lot, too). When he comes home, I often know it because he mostly enters the house whistling. Anyway, I was alone in the house, in my room. I can’t remember where the rest of my family was, but I know I was waiting for my dad to arrive home from work first. I was doing something on the computer, and I heard whistling in the living room. I figured I just didn’t hear the door opening. The whistling continued, and after a while I got up to go say hello. Yeah…nobody there. Door locked, gate locked. The whistling stopped when I was on my way from my room to the living room, though.



When I was 15 I was home alone and my doorbell rang. I asked who it was through the door, and a guy told me it was my pizza delivery. I told him I hadn’t ordered a pizza, and he told me someone ordered one and paid for it, and had it sent to me. I decided to open our peek window that was in the door, and as soon as I did, he slammed his hand over it so that I couldn’t see him. I told him I didn’t want the pizza and to go away. But he didn’t. He walked around to the side of the house and I could see his silhouette trying to get a look inside our windows. I quickly pulled all of the curtains closed and yelled out that I was going to call the cops. He finally left.



I was babysitting my little brother (I was 16 and he was 4) and he would talk as fell asleep (he had quite a few imaginary friends that he would sometimes tell good night before he went to sleep). One night he was talking and, unlike normal, I heard something in the background of the baby monitor and went up to see if one of his toys had come on. When I get up there, nothing was out of the ordinary and he told me he was just talking to the old lady. Didn’t think anything of it because, like I said, he had an active imagination. A few months later we were looking through some old family photo albums and he pointed to a picture and said “that is the old lady that tells me goodnight!”. It was my great-grandmother…who died…when I was 5.



I used to play dance central often on my Xbox kinect. I was home alone one evening and decided to get some cardio in as an alternative to running on a dreadfully boring treadmill. So, I turned on my Xbox and selected an upbeat song to dance to. As I was dancing alone in one-player mode, half way through the song, the Xbox “recognized” a second player. For those who’ve never seen or played the game, there is a box on the upper right corner which shows the outline of your silhouette to track movement. In that box I saw a weird figure, right next to me, which quickly disappeared. After that, I turned off the tv and kinda stood there frozen in fear. I really hope that was a glitch in the game or something because this has happened to my older cousin as well ?



Couple things. One night when I was little I was laying in my bed and my stuffed animals were being thrown at my face from across the bed. An other time just about 2 years ago I was sleeping the night In the next room while my parents were out of town. Wake up but can’t move, something is pulling me down into my bed, I fight it off and next thing I hear is something running across the room and the door slams shut and I mean loud as hell slams shut like someone was pissed. My parents house is definitely haunted.



I was sleeping over at a friends house, we were both 10 at the time. Her parents worked night jobs, so we were the only ones at the house. I lived next door at the time, so neither of our parents worried about us being alone as my mom would regularly check up on us.

Anyway, we were watching movies late into the night in the basement of her house when we heard a weird noise upstairs. We crept up the stairs and noticed a shadow standing outside the sliding glass door. We froze, heard a loud smash, and suddenly couldn’t see the figure anymore cause the door had been cracked all over and distorted whatever we were seeing. At this point we started screaming, and I guess whoever had been trying to break in didn’t realize there was someone home as they never did anything else to try and get in. I’m assuming they just took off running, though we technically didn’t see it happen.

My mom ran over to see what all the ruckus was about, and called the cops when we managed to explain to her what had happened.



I was home alone one night while my parents were out, and it was sometime between two and four in the morning when I finally decided to go to sleep. I remember feeling very off that night, maybe just because I always find it eerie to be the only person in the house, especially at night, but I shrugged the feeling off and checked the doors to make sure they were locked, turned the lights off, and did some quick cleaning. While I was doing this my dog and cat were acting pretty strange, my dog seemed really on edge about something, and hid in the garage, and my cat was frantically running around the house, as if he kept seeing some sort of threat, until he ran upstairs, where I found him hiding under my bed later that night. I thought their behaviours were kind of unsettling, but I didn’t think much of it, because my pets always do weird things like that.

So after I finished cleaning up downstairs, I turned off all the lights, and had literally just gone up the first step of the stairs. Before I could take another step I heard an unusually loud bang in the kitchen. I say “unusually” because I’ve had spooks similar to this where things have just randomly fallen down (something something potential energy) and it usually just made a soft thud. I stood on the stairs for a couple seconds debating whether I should just say “fuck it” and go to bed, since I was already creeped out, or go check what fell. After convincing myself that it was stupid to think it was anything paranormal, I slowly turned the lights back on and went into the kitchen. I looked around, opened some cupboards, checked the floor, the counter, just looking for whatever it was that fell. Nothing. I looked for a good ten minutes, and nothing fell down, or got knocked over. I know that I wasn’t hearing things though.



About a few months ago, I was living alone in the house for the week, as the rest of the family went to Disney or something.

My brother’s birthday had just passed and a single balloon was left over from the party. So while my family is gone, I invite a few friends over, and one of them point out that the balloon is almost deflated (still floating, but mid air) in the living room downstairs. My friends then leave a few hours later and I go to upstairs to bed and sleep. I wake up in the morning to use the bathroom and HOLY SHIT, WTF, the balloon is just sitting there on the toilet as if it were waiting for me. Slightly unnerved, I go back to my room and lock my door.

Now, my bathroom is on the second floor. I understand that temperature changes could’ve made the balloon rise, but what still confuses me, is how it got to the toilet. Because to get to the toilet in my bathroom, you have to make a left through a door, then another left through another door to get to it. I have more stories, but this one comes second in my creepy house experiences.



Didn’t happen to me, but my father told me this one:

There was one night that he was home alone with his sister growing up in southern Ontario (in the countryside, they lived on a farm). During an apparent thunderstorm he was looking out the window to watch the lightning and out in the cornfield which the window overlooked, in the pitch dark, he could see the ember of a lit cigarette fading in and out as a vague outline of a man (or woman?) smoked it – standing out in the pouring rain, in the midst of what I assume was a pretty big cornfield, at what must have been 1-3am.

If that wasn’t creepy enough for you, his closest neighbours would have to have lived more than a 20 minute walk away..



I kinda just sound like a crazy person when I talk about this, but I believe I may have been being attacked by some sort of entity a few years ago. I say this because I don’t really have much of an explanation for the things that were happening to me.

One of the last “attacks” happened when I was sleeping downstairs on the couch (I was afraid to sleep in my room at the time) and I was trying to fall asleep, laying on my back with my legs squeezed together, and my feet propped against the arm of the couch. I’m tall enough that I kinda just fit in the couch perfectly, and as I was trying fall asleep, something pushed down on my shoulders and slammed my heels on the arm of the couch. Then, in the next room I heard a deep raspy laugh, and I thought I was going crazy, then my dog got off (a separate couch) and started sniffing the air where the laugh came from.

I’m perfectly aware there is probably a logical explanation, and that I sound crazy, but it’s the creepiest thing that has happened to me when I was home alone. All the other “attacks” happened when people were home.



Watching TV in the early hours, wide awake cos I’m a night owl. Sudden picture interference and the shape of a face appeared on the screen for a few seconds. In the morning found out that my father had died during the night.



Once I was peacefully playing xbox on a cold, dreary, rainy October day. While playing, I turned around to see if the sky had cleared so me and my friends could go out to a local field to play some backyard football. What I saw instead could only be described as a hulking black figure standing behind the shades with small red dots where its eyes should’ve been. I screamed and shit my pants (I was 15), and it turned away and walked very fluidly. I showered with the curtain open and every light on for about a month.

Another creepy story involving the giant shadow was in June. I was lying in bed, resting before going away for a week at football camp. I opened my window for some reason and I hear loud, heavy boots pacing slowly on my patio outside my window. I peak out the window and I see the EXACT SAME HUGE SHADOW run towards some woods by my house.

I think I have a pet demon.


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