During Co Vid lockdown... 9 pm ...doorbell rings. I'm not expecting anyone ... I approach the front door and ...I turn on the outside light and look through the spy hole in the door ... nothing in view. I put the chain on the door and slowly open the door. There is a paper bag on the ground and no one in sight. I grabbed the bag and scurried back inside. Two burgers and two bags of fries in bag.
I'm Vegan.

I grew up overseas in Turkey and Japan. In Turkey, we lived in a small fishing village called Sinop. It was on a harbor of the Black Sea. This takes place on New Years Eve 1991. We were expecting a blizzard to come in on New Years Day. Therefore, the ships had come in and anchored to ride out the storm the day/night before.

My parents had gone up to the base (Army/Navy base) to celebrate the new year coming in. I was only 15, so I stayed home with the dog and cats. Keep in mind, the storm hadn't started yet.

I was sitting in the living room that faced the harbor, waiting to ring in the new year with my cat. I was watching a movie and eating my snacks as the time ticked down. All was quiet, except for the occasional snow flurries that were drifting.

A few minutes before midnight, the animals started acting weird. The dog just kept barking at this one corner and the cats were all stalking around with poof tails. I didn't see anything to freak them out, so I just ignored them.

Until midnight hit.

As soon as it ticked 12:00AM, all the ships in the harbor started blowing their horns to ring in the new year. As soon as that started, the horrendous wind came out of NOWHERE! It actually blew all the windows and balcony door open! Swept through the entire! The cats freaked, the dog lost its s**t and I was officially freaked out!

Soon as it turned 12:01, it stopped. Everything just went completely quiet. Not a sound and the animals just went on about their business.

Needless to say, I immediately called my parents and made them come home!

When I was in my early teens I was left home alone for the first time. I had a big family and had literally never been alone. I had always shared a bedroom with at least one sibling and usually two or more. My entire family had gone across country for a week and I was left behind because I had summer school due to missing half the school year. I think it was on the first night that while checking that all doors and windows were locked and lights out that I head an unfamiliar voice say my name from a room that I had already checked. I was so scared that I slept in the family room with the lights on and the biggest knife I could find under my pillow. I still don't know if I actually heard it or if it was my paranoid imagination.

My brother's first grand-mal seizure. I was up all the previous night, because sleep has issues with me, and I was dealing with a cold-caller, when my brother gave out a loud, half-strangled moan, (known as a tonic moan or ictal cry). He then started seizing and fell off the couch and smashed his head on the floor. I was so confused as he had exhibited no signs of epilepsy before, although I admit that I was ignorant of such signs at the time. I didn't know what to do, so I called my mum (she worked as a receptionist at a medical practice) so she recognised a seizure was occuring and knew what to do, but it was clear that she was freaked out, too.
She called for an amulance and he was taken to hospital. I visited him there and he did have another seizure. It was so scary, I didn't know what the hell was going on or what to expect. Couldn't sleep for two nights straight. Took him a while to be diagnosed with tonic-chronic epilepsy. He is doing well and managing his meds well enough, though he will always have the occasional seizure. Another scary part is his post-ictal psychosis, but I'm getting used to it. The first time was scary enough though. Never heard him scream like that. Could have been surrounded by all the demons of Hell, the way he was screaming and thrashing.

When I was a teenager, someone broke into my home - while I was there. My little sister noticed the noises first. We locked ourselves in our parents bedroom until the police got there. They found out the person, who had a large footprint, had gotten into a downstairs window. I didn't totally freak out until after the police left. Of course my parents sped home.

A tornado warning in the middle of the night

My parents went out with my sisters when I was about 11yo (School parents evening, 2 older ones went to the same school, the other was too young to be left at home). On the way out the door, my mam said 'Don't let the place burn down while were gone', and Dad said 'Yeah, protect the hose at all costs!'. *For clarity, mam was being sarcastic, and da was just, well, being silly.

I fell asleep in front of the TV and was later woken by a noise that sounded like someone trying to force the lock, I jumped up, ran to the door and nearly brained my father with the hammer that I, for some reason, was holding in my right hand. My dad looked at me and said, 'I'm glad you've taken your job seriously, but did you really need that thing?' pointing to my left hand, which was holding a small fire extinguisher.

The scariest thing? We didn't own a fire extinguisher, and it wasn't my dad's hammer. I had no recollection of getting either of them, nor any idea where they came from. I recalled my activities and discovered a complete blackout of about 1hour & 45 mins to 2 hours, where I somehow left the house, got hold of the 2 items, then got back in the house without a key (unless I left the door open).

I was home alone overnight when my husband began working the night shift. It was just myself and my cat all cuddled up in bed and I was reading my normal pick of horror and paranormal stories. I was up very late as I suffered from insomnia quite a bit when my husband was gone. It was around 1 or 2 in the morning when I was reading several stories about black eyed kids. For anyone who's not familiar there are several people who claim to have experience with these children that show up out of nowhere usually late at night and knock on your door asking to be let in and use your phone. It was dead quiet when I heard 3 loud raps on my front door. My heart was beating so fast. It took all the courage I had to sneak up to the door and look out the peephole but there was nobody there. I even quite stupidly opened the door and went outside to look around ( I did have my bat) and up and down the street but there was nobody. There wasn't even anyone running or walking away. Kitty and I were definitely on guard the rest of the night.

Kinda silly but it still happens after four years. I live in a studio apartment and the head of my bed faces the front door. When I wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, I see the coat rack, which is next to the front door, and instantly think it is a person. It's back lit by a nightlight I have in the kitchen.

Several years ago, husband left to run over to his dad's house (5 minutes away). Shortly after that, I hear things being tossed about in garage. Turns out husband forgot to close garage door, and someone on d***s was going through the garage. I flipped the deadbolt on the kitchen door that leads to garage, which got his attention. He took a table leg nearby and tried to beat doorknob off, screaming at me the whole time while I was on phone with 911. Noise stopped just before police arrived. There was blood all over door, so police used canine to track him to house down the road where he was just standing in the yard with family watching all the cops swarm my house.

This is stupid but I was living alone at the time in a suburban neighborhood with large lots and minimal lighting. Lots of wildlife. Deer, fox, coyotes, possums etc. I was outside having a cigarette about 3 in the morning and heard this weird moaning noise. I freaked out and raced back in the house, locked up, and crawled into bed. Didn't sleep well. The next morning I found it was a plastic convenience store bag fluttering in a tree.

I suppose this isn't really me, but my brother stays up much later than the rest of my family- especially considering I was like 8 or so. One night (or so I was told) I silently passed him in the hallway with my eyes open. EYES OPEN. No response, he silently guided me back to my room. As far as I know, there was only one other time such happened with me- which is probably more unnerving. Apparently one night I got up and repeatedly walked into the door. Again and again. Poor dude found me ready for a psych ward😂 Anywho these never repeated, as far as I know... weird