I love these kinds of stories cause I want it to be real. I was at home one time by myself. It was late. Outside my door was a hallway. You know when you live in a place for years how you learn to recognize the sounds of other people? The floor squeaking or whatever. So I’m sitting there and i hear somebody coming down the hall. My hair stands up my adrenaline fires up I stand up and grab a weapon. It sounds like somebody is trying to sneak down the hall. It stops right outside my door. My door slowly starts coming open. I’m in full fight mode. It opens and nobody’s there. When I tell you I about lost it. Wild. And one time me and a friend saw a light go across the room
I love these kinds of stories cause I want it to be real. I was at home one time by myself. It was late. Outside my door was a hallway. You know when you live in a place for years how you learn to recognize the sounds of other people? The floor squeaking or whatever. So I’m sitting there and i hear somebody coming down the hall. My hair stands up my adrenaline fires up I stand up and grab a weapon. It sounds like somebody is trying to sneak down the hall. It stops right outside my door. My door slowly starts coming open. I’m in full fight mode. It opens and nobody’s there. When I tell you I about lost it. Wild. And one time me and a friend saw a light go across the room
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