re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills

I have a couple stories. This one is the creepiest.

About eight years ago, when I was still in high school, my family moved into a new home in a developing suburban area in Georgia. At the time, we were the only house on the street, surrounded by trees, and a main road about thirty yards through the trees behind the back of our house. It was a road that was busy during the day, but barren and empty at night. At the time, it was just my dad, mom, and I that lived there. Our dog too.

One night, around 1:30 am on like a Tuesday, my dog starts barking like crazy at my parents' bedroom window. This wakes me up in my room, but I didn't think anything of it because my dog would regularly hear deer walk around our yard and he would start barking - pretty normal stuff. My parents tell him to shut up and go back to sleep. I'm not sure how much time passes, maybe 10 minutes, and suddenly our doorbell rings. Being a new house, it was a loud bell that woke us all up again. I get kind of a shiver in my body and think, "What the frick."

I get out of my bed and grab my baseball bat, and walk downstairs just as my dad is walking up to the front door. He peaks through the blinds on the window next to the door, with me behind him, and sees a man staring through the same window. We both jump back, startled. It definitely wasn't a cop, or any of our neighbors that live down the street, but just a man. He is standing at an angle so that just his head can be seen through the window while his body remains covered behind the door.

"What do you want?!" My dad yells at him through the window.

"My car broke down. I need to use a phone. Can I come in?" He subtly says, barely enough for us to hear.

"I can call the police and they can help you," My dad replies.

My dog starts barking like crazy again.

I remember the guy says something like, "C'mon man let me in! I'm homeless and the church kicked me out!"

There is no church within 10 miles of us.

"No, I'll call the police," my dad says.

At this point, the door handle begins to shake as the man puts pressure on the outside. I jump next to my dad and push back against the door. My mom goes to the phone and calls the cops. My dad is pissed.

"Back the frick away! I have a loaded 9mm pointed right at you through the door!" My dad yells. (He didn't have the gun.)

Upon hearing this, the man bolts off my front porch and back into the darkness down the street. Like he took off like an Olympic sprinter.

The cops arrive a few minutes later and look around the area. No sign of the guy. The officers say they will stay on patrol of the street and the front of our house. We didn't get much sleep after that.

They next day, I go to school, completely wrecked from the lack of sleep. When I get home, I find my mom in the front yard, standing next to her bedroom window. When I go up to her, I notice her plants outside the window have all been smashed, like someone was walking all over them. I hear her say, "Oh Jesus" as she finds knife marks at the bottom of the window, as if someone tried to pry it open.

The man was trying to break into my parents bedroom through the window. This is what set my dog off.

We alert the cops again and they come investigate. We had given them our best descriptions of the guy the night before. They conclude that it was likely a man that the entire state of Georgia had been pursuing after his girlfriend and her son were found murdered in a trailer park in a town about 45 minutes away, because the descriptions were so similar.

I almost shite my pants.

Almost zero sleep for the next three days, before we are relieved to hear that the man was captured near the Georgia-Tennessee line.

The man was essentially trying to break into our house, murder us, and hide there.

fricking creepy.