My Family's Psychotic Stalker

None of us know exactly how it all started. However, we have given it a lot of thought over the years and have decided that while his goal was to terrorize all of us, our stalker was especially attracted to my 17 year old sister, Kathryn. When she finally saw his face she remembered seeing him at a friend's party but they didn't talk. He must have liked her though, because he found out where she lived. He probably followed her home and watched her disappear into the house, and not knowing which bedroom was hers he picked a window at random. It just happened to be my window.
I was 15 years old at the time, and I watched a lot of scary movies back then. I still do, and I'll admit that I let my imagination get the best of me in the middle of the night. But I knew that the knocks on my window were more than my imagination. It was a quiet knock at first, just a few taps. Then a moment later a few more taps, and I lied frozen in my bed listening and wondering if I was dreaming. The censor light flicked on and I could hear running footsteps. I guess the light must have spooked him because the knocking stopped for the night.
The next morning I told my parents about the knocking and they told me that I watched too many scary movies and that it was just a tree branch. Again, I agree that I watch too many scary movies, but I wasn't stupid, and I knew the difference between a tree branch rustling the glass and a hand knocking on it. Also, there wasn't even a tree near my window.
It happened again the next night, but this time there was a voice. The knocks were twice as loud, and sloppy and uneven. The voice that I heard was that of a man, and he sounded very drunk. I didn't move from my bed but when I glanced at the window I could see the shadowed outline of someone behind the shades. There WAS someone there! II told my parents the next morning and they dismissed it again.
It happened again the next night, and I was actually more frustrated then scared at this point. The knocks were now very loud bangs! I sat up in bed and yelled at the person to go away! The knocks stopped for a moment, and I got out of bed to see if the person had left. I pulled the blinds and the man's was inches away from my own, lit by the search light. I screamed in terror and fell back, seeing him run away from my window. My sister heard me scream and she came into the room. She didn't know if she believed me, but she went and got my dad who, begrudgingly, checked the backyard for intruders. He had disappeared.
The next night my sister awoke to the sound of knocking on her bedroom window and she finally believed me. He realized he had picked the wrong window and so he finally found the one he was looking for.
With both of their kids terrified to go to sleep because of the man outside their window, my parents started to believe us. However, they weren't fully convinced until the man payed their window a visit in the dead of night. He realized that he could terrorize the whole house, not just my sister.
Almost two weeks into the stalking, I was out in our pasture feeding our pet pig. He lived in the barn next to the perimeter fence. I was inside the barn when I heard the fence rattling and I poked my head out of the barn and saw him fully for the first time. He was probably in his mid to late twenties, lean with blonde hair. He was wearing khaki shorts and a red polo and he was laughing hysterically. Laughing as if he was on some sort of intense drug, and he was climbing the fence to get to me. I sprinted away as fast as I could and I outran him, running into the house. My grandpa and dad got the shotgun and went outside to look for him, but he had left.
It was almost an every night affair. Our doorbell would ring, or there would be a knock on the door in the middle of the night and we would look through the blinds and not see anyone. Once the whole house woke up at 2:00 am and heard him revving his truck engine and honking his horn over and over and over again. We were all getting very nervous, and my dad had called the police, who had said that they couldn't do anything unless they actually caught him in the act, but he always left before they could get there.
He broke in one night while my sister and I were alone. I actually forget where my parents were, but they were only going to be gone for an hour or two. My sister was on the phone with a girl friend when she heard someone pick up the extension in the house, she thought it was me at first, but then she heard me in my room. She told her friend to stop talking and to listen ... they could hear his breathing and when Kathryn asked "Hello?" there was a *click.* Then the dogs started going crazy from the living room. We ran in there right as the back door to the house slammed shut. The lights in the kitchen had been off and now they were on, and the dogs were barking at the backdoor where had had just ran out. We called the police and our parents and the police said there was no sign of forced entry, and that we had probably left the back door unlocked.
We finally caught him one day. We heard him revving his engine and honking his horn again and my mom grabbed a bat and sprinted into the front yard. He sped away but she was finally able to get a license plate number from the truck. She called the police and gave them the number and they tracked him down and we had a restraining order placed on him. He never bothered us again. No one got hurt, but I still have a hard time going to sleep every now and then and I HATE being alone in my house at night.
The funniest part is that a few weeks after the stalkings stopped I saw The Strangers in theaters and it scared the living **** out of me ... I watch too many scary movies.
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Dec 1, 2012