A man tried to lull me to sleep in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I’ve never felt creepier.

I used to live in a cute little ranch house on a street filled with older couples and single moms with children. We all talked to each other and the neighbors knew me well enough to know when my family was out of town because I’m a stay at home mom. I also used to leave my front door unlocked (not anymore) but I still locked the connecting door between the living room and the garage and I’m really grateful I did.<br><br>My kids were older at the time, around 4 and 2. They don’t sleep through the night in the slightest so I didn’t think anything of it when I heard my youngest crying. I came into his room to check on him and he was actually asleep so I moved on to my daughters room thinking she might need changed or comforted or something. I opened her door and saw a man sitting in her rocking chair, just staring at her while she slept. I could see him from the neck down from the angle I was at but he seemed really tall and lanky. I didn’t scream because my first thought was to get my daughter out of there. I slowly backed away from the door, trying not to rouse him. I moved really quickly but it felt so slow. I went through the halls slamming all of the doors between him and the room my babies were in. <br><br>I grabbed the biggest knife I had and I came back to her room, trying to talk to him calmly and act like I wasn’t absolutely terrified. I held the knife in my right hand at my side and sort of moved my daughter away from him. He never moved from the chair, he just kept talking to me in this soft voice, telling me to put my baby to sleep, go back to bed with mine, saying over and over again “Mine are gone now. Come and sleep with me.” I didn’t respond to him, I just kept moving further away from him, all the while glancing at him to make sure he didn’t move. He didn’t seem to care that I was holding a knife, he just kept talking in that voice that honestly sent shivers down my spine. I’m grateful I can’t remember exactly what he was saying because it honestly still gives me the creeps.<br><br>I rounded the hallway into my bedroom with my daughter in my arms and shut and locked the door. I set her on the bed and I grabbed my phone to call 911 and I finally broke down and cried. I sort of laughed through my tears when I realized the man was probably locked in the house since I locked the door between the living room and garage. I don’t know how he got in through the front door unlocked and I don’t think I ever will. He didn’t trigger the alarm and usually, I set it when my husband is out of town. I’m just grateful my kids were safe.<br><br>The police came and got him. I never found out what happened to him and I never want to know his name or see his face again. I hope he’s in prison or a mental hospital or somewhere he can’t hurt anyone else. Since then, I’ve gotten a lot of extra locks for every door and window in my house. I will never, EVER feel safe enough to not lock my front door.