I'm not much of a writer. I go off on rants or make little sense so I'll try my best to explain what is going on. (also please pardon my horrible spelling and grammar. Please. . . maybe. . . I am sorry) Oh and all names, besides my dog, have been change. (why not my dog, well I have mentioned her by name a few times already)
First things first, there is something you should know about me. The most important thing is I am oblivious. Most things people would notice, I tend to not or take forever to see. Case in point I did not know a guy friend had a crush on me for a whole year. A WHOLE YEAR!!!!! Next thing is I still live at home. I blame the economy. On the plus side, free food!
Now on to the nitty gritty. About 4 weeks ago I stated noticing a few things, even though it started probably 6 weeks ago. I only figured it out after putting a few things together. So about 6 weeks ago my dog started to act up. Echo, my pretty little girl, is very protective of me. Anytime my father, brother, or someone new gets near my door she will start barking and growling.
So imagine my surprise when she started to do the same at my window at night. At first it freaked me out. (Reading to much creepypasta will do that to you) Though once she settled down I was able to push it out of my mind. Raccoons and even coyotes are pretty common in my area and its not the first time Echo had barked at those things.
After a week of her nightly barking fits, which pissed off everyone else in the house, "presents" started showing up on our back porch. At first it was a dead mouse. Though gross I was able to ignore it. As the gifts kept coming I was starting to become miffed. Even so I was able to rationalized it.
In my neighbor hood there is a pretty large golden tabby who roams freely. He is pretty sweet if you give him the chance, which I did. When ever I saw him I would spend a few minutes giving him a good petting. It got to the point he would seek me out. So I figured this was his way to show he liked me.
Yet when the 2nd, 4 weeks ago, came to an end I no longer could ignore it. Though the week, my morning surprises became larger each day. With my poor memory I am surprised I can still remember each one in order; a mouse, rat, fish, bird, raccoon, and finally a coyote. No matter how big or tough that tabby was, there was no way he could kill a raccoon or a coyote let alone haul it over the fence.
I mentioned it to my parents and told them I thought I should call the police. They like normal people and not of the mind set of horror movie characters, agreed. Since it was not a emergency, it took them awhile to show up. Which did not bother me in the least, as I am sure they had more important things to deal with.
A very nice female cop and her partner showed up to take my statement. I did not know it at the time but me and her would see each other a lot when the shit really hit the fan. Lets call her Kira. (I like that name so yay, deal with it.) There was nothing they could do, but Kira did promise to drive by every once and a while to keep an eye on me, which she did. Every time she came around she would stop to see if I was alright.
I was asked, well told to document everything. Oh and to stay safe of course. No more late night walks for me and Echo.
For a while the little presents stopped and I pretty much put it out of my mind, till near the end of the 3rd week rolled around. Any doubt in my mind, really a stupid and foolish hope, that the Tabby had been the one giving me these gift was shattered. There torn apart on the porch, covered in drying blood, was the golden tom. I flipped, waking up my parents we called the police. Again there was not much they could do but look around and ask our neighbors if they saw or heard anything out of the ordinary.
A few calls later and packing of bags, my family found ourselves in a motel. We stayed for a few days till the officers deemed there was no more they could do other then have a police car be placed outside our house. That was enough reassurance for my parents to return home. I was a bit more reluctant, as it was then I finally put the pieces together. Who ever was leaving these presents were leaving them for me.
Every time the gifts were left, they were done so I was the one to be the first to find them. Only my window was being visited and lastly I was the only one who would return at night to hear nothing. I mean absolutely nothing, no crickets, owls, or even the fleeing of a squirrel one would expect from the area we lived at. Something was scaring them away. This might sound a bit conceited, but after finding Tabby's corpse outside, everything sort of clicked into place to me.
Even so, I told no one. I think I was in denial. Who the hell would want to stalk me? I was able to reason to myself I was just imaging things and everything was one big coincidence. It was probably some disturbed kid doing this as some sort of twisted prank.
The worse though happened last week. It happened on a Friday, one day after a cop no longer baby sat our house.I don't think I will ever get that night out of my head.
At this time I probably should mention the fact I was returning to an empty house. My father was back on the road for work, my mother was on a girls weekend out, and my brother was visiting a friend. None of them would returning for a few days.
My parents begged me to stay with one of my friends, which I agreed to even though I had no intentions to do so. I have a hard time falling asleep at other people houses. So a convinced myself I would be fine and stayed home.
I had gotten back from work pretty late. Everything was so quite. Weirdly so, it was a bit unnerving but I was able to brush of my feeling of unease. I rushed inside, no way I was going to lollygag after the last weeks gift.
Once inside I was able to relax a bit when Echo rushed to my side, as always, to greet me after a long day at work. Putting my purse down I kneeled down to give my furry friend a hug before beckoning her to the door to the backyard. All the while dogging my two cats who were begging for food. I put some food out; their food bowl is near the back door. Neither would even go near their bowl. That should have been a red flag for me as both the little buggers would never turn down food. As I said before, I am oblivious. Even Echo refused to even get near the glass doors did not disturb me.
I grabbed her collar and started guiding Echo to the door when all hell broke loose. Both my cats puffed up and started hissing at the door before fleeing to the safety. Echo on the other hand lunged at the door hackles up and growling as if Satan himself was on the other side. As testament to my stupidity or my slow processing abilities, I marched over to the door and smacked the glass while yelling. I flicked the light on a moment later only to scream, grab my dogs collar to drag her to the only real safe place in the house, the bathroom.
I locked the door and latched onto my still growling dog. At that point I realized something. Like in a horror movie, I ran off without grabbing a phone or even my bag which held my cell.
From the corner I dragged myself into I heard glass braking and loud "foot" steps. It reached my hiding place way to quickly as it, I assume, body slammed the door. It to my immense joy, held strong. I remember vaguely giving a thanks to Cthulhu and who ever crafted the old wooden doors, one of the few things that we had yet remodeled. Not deterred it kept doing so until I heard yelling over it pounding on the door.
I almost cried in relief when I heard my neighbors yelling that the cops were on the way.
What ever was attacking the door made its escape right before my neighbor, Ben and his son Alex, broke through the front doors hunting rifles in hand. Even when Echo stopped barking, I refused to open the door for them. I was freaking out, nothing they said could get me to move. Even when I could hear sirens, I would not budge. In truth I think no one would be able to convince me to move, till I heard a very familiar voice. Kira was talking to me, trying to calm me down and out of my panic attack.
She held me and tried to guide me out to the waiting police car. I don't remember much after that. Kira told me later on I had refused to let go of Echo so she was forced to take her with me.
I awoke later to find myself in a hospital with Echo by my side. I have no clue what Kira did, but she was able to convince them to let my pup stay with me till my family could make it back.
Later on I gave my statement to the police. Though I was not able to tell them much, other then what I wrote above. Embarrassingly I can't even tell you what I saw, as all I remember was seeing a pair of eyes lite up by the backyard light. All I could see was its eyes as it starred at me from the other side of our deck. Thought it was not that sight that sent me running. No it was the fact that even my brother, who is tall as hell, could not even touch the top side of our deck and there was nothing from were it "stood" for it to have climbed up.
I kept that bit to myself, even when I found out that large deep scratch marks were found dug into the bathroom door. After all who would believe me?
And that is why I am telling my story here as I type this from a friends hours 45 minutes away from my home. If there is one place that would not ignore me out right and who could help me figure this out, it would be all of you.
So I ask you this. What in the world was that thing? Any help at all would be useful, even more so if you could enlighten me on how to get rid of it. As soon as possible would be great, because just as I was just finishing this up Echo started growling at the window.