Midnight Hour
by
Morgan
This story is a TRUE story my friend Emily told me, about the old house she
used to live in.
Apparently it was around midnight, two winters ago, when Emily suddenly woke up to
scratching at her window. At first, she thought it was a tree branch.
She went
over to her window to see what was going on, noticed her porch light was
on, and she saw this siloutte of a person.
That same night, Emily went in and woke
her dad up. She asked her dad to get up and see what it was. So, he went out to the
porch to see that there was nothing there.
There were NO foot prints from humans or
animals. There were no footprints at ALL. So, Emily's dad told her to go back to bed
and they'll deal with it more, tomorrow.
About three minutes later, Emily was
shocked to hear the same scratching at her window and see the same siloette.
She
snuck out side to her porch, to see with her own eyes. Again, NO PRINTS WHATSOEVER,
WERE FOUND!
All she heard was the rustling of the bush in front of her window.
Emily SWORE there was NOTHING there when she went outside, but there WAS out her
window.
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