r/shortscarystories
4 yr. ago
Perfect__Nightmare
Someone broke into our home
It was every family's nightmare.
My wife and I had the day off work, and we had taken our son
out for lunch and some family bonding time. But as we approached our
home, something felt off. I had a growing sense of dread the closer
we got. As our house came into view, I could see that the front door
was wide open. Someone had broken into our home.
I told my family to wait outside, in case the intruder was still inside.
They obliged, and I slowly and silently made my way through our
house. As I stepped into the living room, I saw broken furniture,
nothing in its correct place, just utter chaos. Was this person looking
for something? Did they have malicious intent? Why our home? Why us?
Next, I walked to our kitchen. The fridge had been emptied. Dishes and
food were thrown all over the room. What kind of person had broken
into our home? A homeless person who just needed food? If so, why
had they destroyed the living room?
That's when I heard it. Footsteps in the bedroom. The intruder was still
in our house. I took a brief moment to be grateful that I had asked my
wife and son to wait outside. It was impossible to decipher this
person's motives so far. But I was about to come face to face with the
person that forcefully entered our home. And I would demand
answers.
I crept toward the bedroom slowly, slowly. I approached the door, and
focused on the sliver of light slipping through the crack. I could see
faint shadows dancing in the light. I raised my hand, placed it against
the door, and took a deep breath, readying myself for whatever may be
on the other side.
I pushed the door open and stepped through the threshold with
authority. I couldn't believe my eyes. I actually rubbed my hands over
them, thinking I was imagining things. There, in my son's bed, was a
young girl with curly blonde hair.
She stared at me with wide eyes. She must have been terrified. I must
have been a few feet taller and at least 100 pounds heavier than her. I
must have been a sight to see for that little girl. But she should have
considered that before breaking into my home.
I called my wife and son to see what I found.
"Is that a human, Papa?"
"Why yes it is, Baby Bear. That's dinner."