While You Were Sleeping...
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One of my dad's co-workers is the protagonist of this creepy encounter. He's in his forties. I'll tell it from his point-of-view for clarity. The creepy part is the kicker at the end - wait for it.
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While You Were Sleeping...

by saluchavez

One of my dad's co-workers is the protagonist of this creepy encounter. He's in his forties. I'll tell it from his point-of-view for clarity.

The creepy part is the kicker at the end - wait for it.

I had just settled into bed for the night next to my wife. The kids were in bed, and all was quiet.

My wife was already asleep next to me, so I made myself comfortable, turned off my nightstand light, and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

At some point around midnight, I was awoken by a sound in the house.

I sat up in bed and listened hard, and I could hear hushed voices and various sounds indicating movement in another part of the house.

As silently as I could, I slid out of my side of the bed and crept towards my bedroom door.

The door was closed, as I always left it, and it took the utmost precision and patience to open it without a sound. It swung silently inward, and I crept forward down the hall.

Our hallway comes to a turn, and then from there it's a straight shot to the living room. I peered around the corner, taking in all that I could see.

The house was completely dark, but I could see flashes of light. My heart froze.

I knew immediately that I was being robbed by more than one person because I saw multiple lights at once and heard a multitude of voices.

As quietly as I could, I crept back to my room and closed the door behind me, heart racing and sweating.

I rushed to the side of my bed where I had a landline plugged in. I practically dove into the floor and grabbed the phone, dialing 911.

After what seemed like forever and endless questions, the police dispatched help for me.

I waited, all the while hearing the noises continue in my house. I didn't wake my wife for fear that she might become frantic and alert the robbers that we were aware of their presence.

I could only imagine the damage that was being done. We don't have anything unique or particularly valuable, meaning nothing of the rare sort, just your regular, household valuables.

I was certain they'd be after the TV and the like, but we are middle class so I was thinking that that's about the high end of what we have to offer.

Then, the noises stopped entirely. The police hadn't arrived, because I would have heard them. I heard a car engine start outside, but I couldn't be certain that had to do with my house.

Still, I waited, frozen and near entering a state of full panic.

The police arrived. No sign of anyone still around, but they had clearly been there, and been busy. Took my TV of course, and pretty much everything else in my living room. I was surprised.

Most of our stuff didn't strike me as valuable.

As I was walking through the house taking inventory of all that was lost, I passed the garage door, and upon opening it realized that they had stolen my car. I was in shock.

Goosebumps covered my body. One cop noticed that I was standing there staring at the spot where my car had been.

"Car, too?" he asked. "Happens sometimes. They opened the garage, pulled it out, and closed it up again. You leave the keys in an open, easily accessible place?"

I nodded, slowly, and answered quietly...

"My nightstand."

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