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cuoscuos submitted:

So, when I was seven years old I lived alone with my great aunt Jean and our small dog, Jack in Houston, Texas. I had my own room, of course, and once aunt Jean was asleep she didn’t get up till the morning. I woke up suddenly around 3am and heard heavy footsteps down the hallway. My aunt Jean does not have heavy footsteps. The footsteps continued as I cowered underneath my blanket and told myself, it’s okay, it’s okay, he won’t get me, my blanket will protect me. The footsteps stopped directly in front of my door (my aunt Jean had a rule that I had to keep my bedroom door open at all times) and I don’t remember anything else. I fell asleep immediately and when I woke up the next morning, everything was normal.

FYNK James: 7/10 I guess that blanket really did protect you. Thanks for sharing the scares!




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