One night, I saw someone in my room.

My bedroom, and my sisters bedroom are right next to each other, and face the hallway. One night, we were up really late, doing our homework in the living room, so I decided to call it a night and went into my room. As I passed by my sisters room, I saw a man standing there, hunched up, hiding in her closet, and watching me as I entered my room. I stood there for a few seconds and watched him. I wanted to make sure he noticed me before I got help. He eventually looked up at me, and I turned around and ran upstairs to get my mom. We called the police but they never found him. I never told my sister, because I really didn’t want to freak her out. <br><br>When we moved out, I told her the story. <br><br>She didn’t believe me.