The Creepy Man Who Spoke No English

The creepy thing that happened to me happened over 8 years ago. I was 13 and my brother was 18. My family moved in the first house he had ever purchased and I was the first to pick a room. I was in middle school and I was the youngest so I had to have the smallest room and it was next to the stairs. Now, my dad was married before and had two daughters. My stepsisters aren't blood-related to me, but one of them lived with us and the other lived with her mom. They are twins and the one that lived with us was very close to me. She was only 2 years older than me and even though she was 15, she was still very innocent and immature and a little shy. We decided to switch rooms one night without asking so we could have the bigger room. My dad didn't mind and I was kind of happy I switched. It was more convenient because I could hear the stairs better. <br><br>Anyway, I never really locked my door because it was so hard to open the door and I never really saw the need to lock it. It was a little rinky-dink lock and I never thought anyone would have the need to be in my room. I had a big closet where I slept and on one of the walls in my closet was a big window. Before my parents bought the house, the previous owner had a small deck kind of thing, short so he could repair the roof and other things on the outside. One night, I had just fallen to sleep when I felt a draft. I don't know why, but I woke up and saw a man standing in my closet. He was really skinny and kind of small. He didn't even look like he was over 30 and he was pale. He had jet black hair and dark eyes and it was very unusual to see a man like him because my area was predominantly African American. This man was white. <br><br>I was scared to death. I tried to scream, but no noise came out. My brother had just bought a brand new mattress and it was like brick. I'm kind of a skinny girl and even though I had some meat on me, I was still pretty light and I think the man didn't think anyone was in the bed because he didn't even look. He completely walked past the bed and went straight to my closet and through my clothes. I remember at the time, I had a pair of shorts and they had a little secret pocket in them. It was about the size of a cell phone so it was big enough to put my money in it without it being so obvious. He was searching through those shorts and I couldn't figure out what he wanted. He then put the shorts down and started looking through other things. I thought he was looking for jewelry, but I didn't have any. He looked at all of my dresses and skirts and he even looked through my night shirts and other things. <br><br>I was so scared. I thought he was going to rape me and I was going to be killed. I don't know what it was, but I just didn't want him to rape me and I wanted to live. I kind of came to my senses after a few minutes of being blank and staring in pure horror. I slowly got out of bed and then I ran into the hallway. I ran to my dad's room and started yelling and I didn't know what I was saying. It wasn't until after my dad started asking me what was going on that I realized I couldn't talk. I was so scared. My dad ran out of the room and down the stairs without even wearing a shirt. He ran out the front door and down to the street. I didn't see it because I had no intention of looking at the man I saw in my room to see if he got away or not. <br><br>I told my step-sister what happened and she called the police. She told them that I was being robbed and that the man in my room was armed. She didn't know that and she lied kind of. I didn't even see a weapon, but she thought he would have one and I don't blame her. I was too in shock to talk to the police. They asked me what happened, but all I could do was cry. It was so pathetic. I was a little girl and I couldn't even explain what happened. It took me a while to get myself together and I remember the police asking me what my step-sister told them and I kind of laughed at it because I knew she lied and I kind of felt bad and I realized how scared I was. I imagine if someone was armed and in my room, I would have probably died from a heart attack. <br><br>The police never found him, and they didn't really look. Like I said, I never saw a weapon and my dad didn't find him on the street. He was gone and even though we never found him, I never felt comfortable in that room. I never locked my door even after that, and I moved out as soon as I turned 18. I'm not even living in the same state anymore and every time I think about that house, I only think about that man. Of course, it's much better now that I don't live there and I know he's not coming back. He doesn't know where I am and I don't think he would even want to find me. There was no reason why he would. I just imagine what my life would have been like if he had done something to me and I don't want to think about it.<br><br>Edit: Oh my gosh! I can't believe this! I didn't finish I was so excited to post because I haven't told anyone about this except my therapist. I'm a little embarrassed because I didn't have time to read the rules. I should have read it before I posted. Also, this happened when I was only 13. There kind of is no proof and I know I'm making it up in my head because I was young and I don't remember things as well as I used to. I just wanted to say it because I haven't said it before and I wanted to imagine what he would have looked like. Also, I don't know why my step-sister would lie and say he had a weapon. Maybe she thought I would feel better if she took it more seriously. I don't know. I still don't know why she said that. She should be kind of embarrassed too and not just me.