It was three years ago. I was home alone; my parents were away on a business trip for three days. I didn't like to sleep, and everything was fine the first night, except someone was knocking on the front door, but I didn't open it. Then they stopped. The next morning, I went to breakfast and saw drops of blood and a few broken plates in the kitchen. I got scared.
That night, I kept my eyes peeled; I heard knocking on the door again. I quietly approached the door and looked through the peephole. I saw a black figure knocking on the door. I asked who was there, but no one answered. I asked again, and he spoke quietly and terrifyingly. I decided to say, "My parents are home, go away." He kept knocking, and after about 20 minutes, he left. In the morning, I saw more blood and things scattered about. I was very happy because my parents returned 3 days earlier, I told them everything, they didn’t believe me and when we went to the kitchen, there was no blood there and in the room too.
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