Hello, my name is Allyson. I'm the eldest of four siblings. I have a sister named Judy and two younger brothers, Delner and Nerdel. We're a close family, often spending our evenings playing games or watching movies together. But something happened one night that changed everything - and it still haunts us to this day.
It was a quiet weekend evening. My parents had gone out to visit a relative, leaving us home alone. To pass the time, we all gathered in the living room to play a game called Stickman Party. We were laughing, shouting, and enjoying ourselves like we always did - until Judy started getting frustrated. She had lost several rounds in a row, and it was clear she was getting irritated.
"I'm done. This game is unfair!" she snapped, tossing her phone on the couch. Without another word, she stormed off to one of the bedrooms and slammed the door shut.
We thought it was just typical moodiness. Judy sometimes got emotional, and we figured she just needed a few minutes to cool down. But only a couple of minutes passed before we heard something strange.
First, there was silence. Then, a loud thud.
Then - sobbing. Not just soft crying, but loud, terrified sobs coming from the room Judy had entered.
Concerned, I got up and went to check on her. "Judy?" I called, gently knocking on the door. "Are you okay?"
She didn't answer - just kept crying, almost gasping for breath between sobs. My heart started racing. Something wasn't right.
I opened the door.
Judy was huddled in the corner of the room, her back pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with pure terror. Her whole body was trembling.
"Judy! What happened?"
She looked at me, tears running down her face, and whispered shakily, "There's a child… Ate, there's a child in here."
"What?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean?"
She pointed behind me, her hand trembling. "I saw a girl... standing right behind you." Her voice cracked. "Her face… it was covered in blood. She was just staring at me. She said, 'I'm right here with you, Judy.'"
I froze. I turned around instantly, but there was no one there. The room was empty - at least, it looked that way. But something about the air had changed. It was colder. Heavier. Like someone - or something - was still there, watching us.
I ran to Judy and hugged her tightly, trying to calm her down. Her whole body was shaking. She wasn't faking it. Whatever she saw... it was real to her.
I didn't know what to believe. But that night, none of us could sleep. Judy refused to be alone. We all stayed in the living room together with the lights on, the TV playing quietly in the background, just to feel safe.
Since that night, Judy still gets anxious when she's alone in a room. Sometimes she says she hears whispers or sees shadows moving just at the corner of her vision. And a few times, in the middle of the night, we've all heard footsteps in the hallway - soft, like a child walking.
But when we check, no one's there.