Chilling True HOME ALONE Horror Stories That Will Keep You Up at Night

In this spine-tingling video, we dive into some of the most terrifying home alone horror stories that will leave you second-guessing the silence in your own home. From eerie sounds in the dead of night to unsettling encounters with strangers, these true accounts will send shivers down your spine. Are you brave enough to listen? Lock the doors, turn off the lights, and prepare yourself for a haunting journey into the unknown. Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and hit the bell icon so you never miss a terrifying tale. 
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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:07):
It was just a normal evening. I was sitting on
my couch, scrolling through my phone, mindlessly watching TV. I
lived on a quiet street, one where you can leave
your front door unlocked, and I think twice about it.
I had been living here for a year and nothing
had ever seen out of the ordinary until tonight. It

(00:27):
was around ten thirty when I heard it, the faintest
sound a creek. I wasn't sure if it was just
the house settling or something, but it made me pause.
I listened. The house was still, then a thud. This
time it wasn't the wind or house shifting. It was
something else. My stomach tightened. Maybe I had been a

(00:50):
tree branch tapping against the window, or maybe I was
just being paranoid. I tried to ignore it and went
back to scrolling, but the noise came again. This time
it was closer. I stood up and crept towards the hallway,
listening carefully. The second floor was quiet. I checked the doors.

(01:11):
All were locked, the windows were shut tight. Everything seemed fine,
but that nagging feeling in my gut wouldn't go away.
I couldn't shake the thought that someone might be in
my house. But how I was sure I locked everything
and I hadn't heard anyone enter. I tiptoed back to
my living room, trying to keep my breath steady. The

(01:33):
front door was still latched, but something was off. The
air felt heavier, thicker. Then I heard it soft rustle,
followed by a low creek. It was coming from upstairs.
I froze, my mind raised. The only possible explanation was
someone had gotten in. The question was who. I grabbed

(01:57):
my phone and my hands were shaking. Called the police,
my voice barely above a whisper. There's someone in my house,
or I said something like that. I don't know if
the intruder had heard me, but the adrenaline in my
veins told me to move quickly, Please send someone. I

(02:18):
couldn't just wait, I had to act. I grabbed a
heavy flashlight from my kitchen drawer. Better than nothing. I
started up the stairs. My footsteps felt loud in the silence,
too loud. I couldn't seem to control my breathing. Every
creak up the stairs underfoot made me jump. At the

(02:38):
top of the stairs, I turned left into the hallway.
The door to my bedroom was closed, but I could
have sworn I heard movement behind it. Slowly, I reached
for the handle. Just my fingertips touched the knob. I
heard it, a faint sound, like someone dragging something across
the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped,

(03:00):
My mind screaming at me to get out, but I
was frozen. I didn't know what to do. Do I
confront them or do I just run and hide. I
can't risk running if they are still in the house.
I'd never make it to the door. Suddenly, the sound
of footsteps, slow and deliberate, came from inside the room.

(03:21):
Someone was walking around. I needed to call for help again,
but I couldn't move. The door to my bedroom creaked open.
If I did, I might make myself a target. I
was in the corner now, trap between my own indecision.
I was waiting for the worst. Then the footsteps stopped.

(03:42):
My heart nearly stopped too. I stood there, frozen, listening
for everything, anything to tell me what's happening. And then,
just as I was about to move, I heard a voice,
soft and muffled, but unmistakable. You thought you were safe,
didn't you. It was from the hallway, just outside the room.
I held my breath. I tried to control my shaking,

(04:05):
but I couldn't. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I
glanced back towards the hallway, and that's when I saw it,
a shadow shifting just out of view. I barely had
time to react before the intruder stepped forward. It was
a man, tall, disheveled. I don't know how long he
had been standing there, but I was certain that he

(04:26):
knew I was there now. I could see his hand
twitch like he was deciding whether to come closer. Just
then I heard the unmistakable sounds of sirens in the distance.
My stomach twisted with a mix of hope and dread.
The intruder turned towards the noise. He didn't say anything,

(04:47):
he just turned back away, slowly glanced over his shoulder
towards the window. He darted down the stairs, leaving me
there breathless and paralyzed. The police arrived a minute later,
flooding the house, checking every room, finding only signs of
his presence a broken lock, a footprint outside, but he
was gone. That night, I couldn't sleep after the police left.

(05:12):
I stayed up, listening to every creaking crack in the
house with a new terrified awareness. The next day, I
replaced the lock, put up a security camera, and now
I double check every door. But the thing that haunted
me the most wasn't the broken lock. It was the
way he looked at me, like he had been watching
me for a long time, like he knew exactly when

(05:34):
I'd be alone. I just woke up in the middle
of the night remembering this and need to get off
my chest. When I was about sixteen, my dad, brothers
and I lived in the old, run down house in
the middle of nowhere. It was a private rental. My

(05:55):
brother do work for the landlord to pay for our rent.
Our landl lord never came off as creepy, but that
could be because I rarely went outside when he came
over to talk to my dad, and he wouldn't dare
do anything in front of my dad. I was home
alone one day my dad and brothers went somewhere. I
don't remember. I had my dog in the fencing yard,

(06:17):
but that was it. I was in my room doing
whatever I was doing, probably playing Sims too. We lived
in the middle of nowhere and there was a long
driveway which the window to my bedroom directly faced. I
could see or hear anyone driving up our driveway. I
saw the car not my dad's, and immediately freaked out.

(06:39):
I ran and shot all the blinds in the house,
turning off all the lights, and checked out the doors
were locked. It was our landlord. He lived next door,
about two miles from the house, and yes, that was
the closest house to us. This wasn't the first time
that he had came by unexpectedly. It happened twice before,
and both times I was home alone. The first two times,

(07:02):
he was only there for ten minutes, walking around outside
the house, and then quickly leaving. But this time was different.
I grabbed a big kitchen knife and hid it under
the kitchen table. I heard him pull up outside and
open our front gate. My dog outside was going crazy
and barking. I heard him yell shut up, mytt I

(07:23):
could hear his footsteps walking up to the door. He
tried to open the front door. I was freaking out.
At this point, I text my dad he was coming
straight home, but they would be like an hour. He
continued to walk around outside our house, trying to peek
into each window. The house is old and as three
doors you can enter from the outside. He tried to

(07:45):
open all three. I thought maybe he didn't know I
was home, maybe the last two times were a coincidence.
But he started saying things, including calling out my name.
He knew I was home alone. I couldn't hear what
else he was trying to say through the double brick walls,
but I quietly crept through the house, following his voice
up and down the hallway. I was trying to hear

(08:07):
what he was saying. That's when he said something I'll
never forget. I'm going to burn this house down, but
I'll let you out first. Of course, I didn't take
him seriously, which scares me even more. He wanted me
to take his threat seriously. That's the part that gets me.
I know exactly what would have happened if I believed him,
and my life would have been completely different. He was

(08:30):
there for at least thirty minutes, maybe closer to an hour.
He was persistent. He left before my dad came home.
I told him everything, and we moved off soon after.
I still don't know how he knew I was home alone.
My dad says he never saw him on the drive out,
so he only knew that my dad was gone because
there was no car in the driveway, But how did

(08:52):
he know that I wasn't with him. It happened in
twenty twenty two, just two months after I bought my
first house, a remote old farm in central France, far
from many neighbors except for an elderly woman who co
owned the land with me. I was living alone, twenty

(09:16):
eight years old and already dealing with a lot of
bad luck. I had broke my right hand the very
first day I moved in, and a month later my
horse actually broke my nose. One summer night, during a thunderstorm,
I was sleeping in my room, nearly naked due to
the heat, in the converted attic of my house. Around

(09:36):
eleven thirty pm, I woke up to a strange noise
coming from the room next door, like someone was standing
behind the wall between our rooms. It wasn't the usual
creaks of the wind or beams cracking. Though I doubted
anyone could be in the house, I figured I should
check it out, just in case. The second room has
an old stairway leading up to the attic and a

(09:58):
door that opens directly to the inside. The undeveloped part
of the attic was kind of a mezzanine. When I
went to investigate the noise, still naked and nursing my fractures,
I found the room empty, but the door leading outside
was open. I climbed up to the mezzanine and saw
a shadow dart under it out of my view. That's

(10:19):
when I realized I wasn't alone. I wasn't sure what
I had seen, but I quickly retreated back to my room,
which unfortunately had no way of being locked. I positioned
myself by the only window and called my axe, who
was a police officer that lived just ten minutes away.
I figured that if the intruder came from me, I

(10:39):
could escape through the window. It was also the best
spot to see if anyone left the house. I had
been practicing self defense and martial arts for years, so
if I did have to fight someone off, I preferred
to do it myself rather than involve others. Luckily, no
one came into my room before my ex arrived. When
he got there, she searched around the house together but

(11:01):
found nothing. Just when I thought it had all been
a hallucination, we heard my ex six year old daughter
screaming she had been in the car outside alone. When
my ex came inside to help me. He told her
that they were there to fix some plumbing issue. She
had been locked in the car to keep her safe,
and when we rushed out to check on her, she

(11:22):
was crying. When we asked why, she said that she
saw a man coming out of the house through the
old door that overlooked the attic. He then approached the
car and shook the door handle, according to her. To
this day, I still don't know who the man was,
what he was doing in the room next to mine
while I was sleeping, or what his intentions were. I

(11:44):
can't quite figure out why I didn't just run away
when I had the chance. Later, the elderly woman living
nearby told me that someone knocked on her door during
the night a few times. Then last year I had
another experience that was eerily similar, maybe with the same man.
This time I witnessed it firsthand. The police arrived, but

(12:07):
by then it had been fifty minutes. I can tell
that story another time. This is a story I haven't
told anyone except my family, but it's been bothering me
for years. When I was a child, our family home

(12:30):
was divided into three one for my uncle and his
two children, one for my mother and me, and the
third stood empty after my great grandfather died. It was
a large, ugly house that had been targeted by burglars before.
The first time was before I was born. The second time,

(12:50):
I was five and slept through it. Another time someone
was drunk and walking around our garden and rearranging things,
or every day at around three or four am, they
were standing in front of our fence and looking into
the windows. When I was seven years old, they just
calmed down a bit. My drunk neighbor went to jail,

(13:11):
and with him many of these types of incidents disappeared.
I remember it was a big event because my family
allowed themselves to have animals. A neighbor was attacking other
people's animals. We were able to get three cats and
a dog from a shelter. The other neighbors became calmer two,
but I still felt uncomfortable. I was a nervous and

(13:35):
fearful child, and after all these stories, I still didn't
like being left alone at home. So there was an
unspoken agreement that if my uncle were cousins were leaving
the house, even for a moment, they wouldn't tell me,
so I didn't have to be afraid. Unfortunately, my cousin,
then twenty three, came to see how I was doing

(13:55):
one day. We chatted for a while, then she told
me that she was going to the shop. Of course,
I panicked. I didn't want her to go, so I
started crying. It ended with my cousin letting me go
up to her room and watch cartoons, which was a
pretty big deal because she was the only one with
so many channels on TV. Her room was on the

(14:17):
ground floor and had a window onto the neighbor's garden,
who had a barbecue at the time. I remember she
used that as an argument. If anything happens, open the
window and shout to them. Then she left and I
focused on the cartoons. I remember I had already watched
an entire episode of Dexter's Laboratory, and I switched to

(14:39):
the channel that had the Barbie Movie on when I
heard some sounds. At first I assumed it was our pets,
but the next sounds were more like footsteps and a
door opening. Did my cousin come back from the shop?
I didn't even get to finish the Barbie Movie. I
remember being more angry than scared of that point, and

(15:00):
decided to be quiet, so maybe it would take her
a while before she threw me out of her room.
But the noise was really annoying, lots of footsteps, shuffling,
and some barking from our dog. At one point, the
sounds were close to my room. My cousin had a
door with a window, one of those where you could
barely see anything through it, only shadows, so when I

(15:25):
turned around, all I saw was a figure with a
gray or black outfit, nothing special, no bright colors. It
was hard to tell if they were a man or woman,
so I once again assumed that it was my cousin
and decided to stay quiet, hoping that she wanted to
come in. But I started to feel uncomfortable because the
person was just standing there and doing nothing right in

(15:46):
front of the door. Finally, the person turned right into
the kitchen and I went back to watching cartoons. Only
shortly after what everyone probably expected happened, I heard our
front door open and allowed i'm back from my cousin.
This time, I also heard the sound of plastic bags.

(16:06):
I remember being suddenly completely terrified, but before I could
do anything, my cousin went to the kitchen and nothing happened.
No screaming, no fighting. I literally sat in her room
now with the volume off, listening, but it sounded like
normal unpacking of groceries. Then my cousin came over and

(16:27):
I started crying. I ended up telling her what happened,
and she called the neighbors. Together they searched the entire house,
but they found no one. Nothing looked damaged, and in
the next days nothing had disappeared from the house. The
rest of my family found out too. We confirmed that
my uncle and mother were at work and my second

(16:48):
cousin was at school the day it happened. We found
our cats sleeping in my great grandfather's apartment on the
second floor, but my dog was nervous and spent the
entire search around the neighbors. I was whining. We never
managed to solve it, but when I spoke to my
cousin recently, she admitted that she spoke to my uncle
about it a few years later, and they came to

(17:09):
the conclusion that I must have imagined something. But I
am one hundred percent certain that I saw a person
that day. Surprisingly, this is one of those stories I
forgot about until a few days ago, when I was
talking to a school friend on a call, and it
got reminded of this. She was pretty freaked out when

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I told her, and so did I thinking about it again.
This happened when I was roughly maybe seven or eight,
though some of the details are fuzzy, although I remember
pretty vividly. This may seem like unimportant contexts with My
family had just moved to America and we were renting
the top portion of irregular suburban house in a pretty

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safe call to Sack. I had friends. They were triplets,
about three or four houses down, not far at all.
Every day I would go hang out with them, and
around nine or ten at night, my brother, around eleven
or twelve, I would say, would make the two minute
walk to come get me and walk me home. Since
I was still pretty young, one night he came to

(18:17):
get me as usual. The sun wasn't fully down, but
it was getting pretty dark. We started the walk as normal.
When he started casting glances over his shoulder. I didn't
really notice until he shoved me hard away from the
sidewalk and between two houses. Each house had a huge
fence that separated their backyards, not ours, though, and he

(18:41):
made me crouch behind the fence. I remember being really scared,
but more confused since I had no damn idea what
was going on. More specifically, he was a pretty big prankster,
so I didn't really believe him when he turned around
and said, walk behind the houses. I think so some
one's following us. Looking back now, he was probably trying

(19:04):
to keep me calm. However, whatever calm was still left,
and my tiny eight year old body was gone the
moment I turned around and looked, the man had followed
us behind the houses, and he was just by the
edge of a few houses down near a different fence line.
He had a black hoodie on with the hood up,
black sweatpants, and white sneakers. I have pretty bad eyesight

(19:29):
now due to some health problems, but back then it
was crystal clear, and I can see with horrifying clarity
that his jaw hung open, like he was just standing
there with his jaw hung open. It was terrifying. I
think now that I'm older, maybe he had some kind
of medical condition that affected his jaw, or maybe he

(19:50):
just did crack. I don't know, but back then I
could have sworn on God I was seeing some kind
of demon. Anyway, my brother when he saw him looking
and me about to freak out, told me to just
run as fast as I could to our house. We
booked it, neither of us looking back, but we were
scared out of our minds. Like I said, we we

(20:12):
rent to the top portion of the house, so the bottom,
with a sliding door in the backyard, belong to some
other tenant. I don't remember if she was home or not,
but I remember tugging the thing open and locking in
as fast as I could, and when I looked up,
he was there in her yard a little bit away
from the door, staring at us. Me and my brother

(20:34):
told my sister and mom immediately my father was away
on a work trip, but nothing came of it, not
until the day after. We went to go meet my
dad at his warehouse, which had a small living portion
above it. We were laid around until he was ready
to head home. Around dusk, he came and told us

(20:55):
that we might have to wait since the police were there.
He walked us around to the back window of us
small area, show us off the police around the back
area of the warehouse to a white van parked on
the grass by the edge of the woods. Like I said,
I was pretty young, so I don't remember many details
about what actually happened, but I do remember my dad
telling us they found a man and a woman in

(21:17):
the van. The man, he said, had a mouth hung
wide open. He seemed really disturbed telling me about the
whole thing, and wouldn't answer any more questions about the woman.
I do know that they were arrested on trespassing charges.
I don't know anything else, and I haven't asked about it,
and I doubt who you'd remember. It's been over a

(21:39):
decade and he's pushing seventy, but it freaks me out
to this day. I still can't believe what happened, and
I don't have any answers for it. I talked to
my brother briefly about it, and hopefully he remember more
than I do. But all I got was a long
tirade and whatever medical condition this guy probably had for
his mouth to be like that, he's an annoying medical

(22:02):
student now Sintis. I think that he didn't mean any
harm and was just drugged out of his mind. But
this is like the world's safest neighborhood, and it doesn't
explain why or how he showed up. But my dad's
workplace at it if anyone's curious. I asked around for
a little more information. I wasn't able to find a lot,

(22:24):
but I did find out why my father moved away
from that warehouse. The police found a dead body in
the car near us. I'm not sure if it's the
same van or not, or when that happened, but take
it as you will. It was a typical Wednesday evening.

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I just finished dinner and was sitting on the couch
in my living room playing a game on my phone.
I had moved into this apartment a few months ago,
and everything felt comfortable. The building was old, but the
neighbors seemed nice enough, just enough interaction to keep things plight.
My apartment had big windows that faced a small courtyard.

(23:10):
I liked the natural light it brought in, especially at
night from the street lights. I was sitting near the
window the blinds pulled up slightly, just enough for me
to see the outside world, but not enough for people
to see fully in or at least that's what I thought.
I started watching TV alone in my pajamas when I

(23:31):
know something strange A shadow in the corner of my window.
I froze, staring at the outline for a moment, I
thought it was just a tree branch swaying, but then
it moved differently. Then I thought maybe it's just my
neighbor walking by, but it stayed in place, just behind
the curtain. I put it back slightly to look out.

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I could see the silhouette if someone standing perfectly still.
With what felt like an eternity. I tried to tell
myself it was nothing, that my imagination was running wild,
but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Slowly,
I slid the curtain back down, making sure the window
was completely covered, my mind spinning with all the possible explanations.

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Maybe it was just someone walking by, or someone waiting
for a friend in the courtyard, but something fell off.
I couldn't even see which direction the person was facing.
I tried to brush it off and went to bed,
but I couldn't sleep. The image of someone standing outside
my window kept creeping into my mind. What if it

(24:40):
was a prank, a neighbor who thought it would be funny,
or worse, what if it wasn't a prank at all.
The next few days, the feeling lingered. I kept my
blinds down almost completely, but it didn't stop with the anxiety.
Every time I hear footsteps outside, I couldn't help but
seek out the window, my heart pounding in my chest,

(25:03):
but I never saw anything out of the ordinary. I
convinced myself that I was just being paranoid, that nothing
had really happened. That was until one night a week later.
It was after midnight. I was laying in bed, staring
up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. My window
was cracked open, just a little enough for some fresh air,

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but not enough to be noticed from outside. I could
hear a faint rustling of leaves outside. I closed my eyes,
ignoring the noise. When I heard it, a soft tapping sound.
At first, I thought it was just the wind, but
then it came again, close to this time, three taps.

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My heart thud it in my chest, but I didn't
open my eyes. The tapping didn't stop. It grew more deliberate, closer,
like someone was trying to get my attention without making
a sound. I didn't move. I honestly was frozen, like
I didn't even want to breathe too loudly. I told
myself it was just my imagination, or just some regular noise.

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Outside my window. But the longer it continued, the more
certain I was that it was a person. Then three
more tabs, then the sound stopped. I held my breath waiting,
But then the most chilling thing happened. I heard a
voice quietly, just barely audible. Are you awake? I froze.

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The voice came from outside my window. I knew in
that moment, without a shadow of doubt, that someone was
standing in there watching me. I couldn't move. I was
too terrified to even call the police. What if they
left before help arrived. What if it was someone I knew.
My mind was racing, but I couldn't let it go.

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I slowly grabbed my phone and texted my best friend.
I told that someone was outside my window and that
I didn't know what to do. I didn't expect her
to reply at that hour, but I needed to do something.
I glanced over at the window. The blinds were slowly open,
just a sliver. That's when I saw it, the shadow again,

(27:20):
much closer than before, a figure just standing behind the
edge of the curtain, watching me. I wanted to scream
and shout, but I couldn't make a sound. The person
stayed still for what felt like hours, my phone buzzed
with the message from my friend, but I couldn't take
my eyes off the window. The figure finally moved, taking

(27:42):
a step back. I don't know where they went, but
I heard the faintest footsteps retreating into the darkness through
the courtyard. I stayed there, wide awake, until the first
light of dawn broke through the blinds. The next morning,
I went outside and checked the area around my window.
There was no obvious signs of anyone being there, no

(28:05):
footprints or disturbances, but as I looked closer, I found
something chilling. A single smudge on my window pane, barely visible,
but there. The person never came back again, but the
feeling that being watched never went away. I installed heavier
blinds a security camera, but could never shake the sensation

(28:26):
that someone was always nearby, just outside my view, watching,
and honestly, that apartment no longer felt like home. To
this day, every time I hear rustling the leaves outside
my window, my heart skips a beat.