3 TRUE STORIES Disturbing Home Alone Horror | They Knew I Was ALONE.

When you live ten miles from your nearest neighbor, you don't get visitors. You get threats. I was seventeen, and alone for the first time in our new house in rural Ohio. My parents had gone into the city for the weekend, leaving me with a stocked freezer and the responsibility of looking after the farm. The house sat about a half-mile back from the main road, at the end of a long, gravel driveway surrounded by endless cornfields. It was impossible for anyone to get to our door by accident. It was just after dusk on a cold October night, and I was in the kitchen making food, when I heard the sound of crunching gravel. My heart stopped. I wasn't expecting anyone. I went to the living room window and peered into the darkness. Nothing. I was about to head back to the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door. A normal, almost polite tap. My first instinct was to open it, but something stopped me. I ran to my dad’s office, which has a window overlooking the driveway. What I saw made my blood run cold. There was an old, rusted white van parked horizontally behind my pickup truck, completely blocking my only exit. One man was on the porch, the one knocking. Another was in the passenger seat. And I could see the van rocking slightly, as if there were more people moving around inside. The knocking at the door stopped. The silence that followed was worse. I ran to my parents' bedroom at the end of the hall, locked the door, and hid in the closet, dialing 911 with trembling hands. Then, I heard the sound I was dreading: footsteps, now on the gravel outside the bedroom window. They were circling the house, testing the windows. I was whispering my location to the 911 operator when I heard a voice, right below the window where I was hiding. "He's in here. I saw the kitchen light." Another, gruffer voice replied, "The van's blocking him in. He's not going anywhere. Go find the breaker box." They were going to cut the power. I was trapped, in a dark house, with a group of men who knew I was there and were actively trying to get in. The fear was so thick I couldn't even breathe. I stayed in the closet, dead silent, listening to them prying at the back door. Then, in the distance, I heard the most beautiful sound in the world: a siren. The voices outside stopped. I heard a muffled shout of "Cops!", followed by the sound of running feet, van doors slamming, and tires spitting gravel. By the time the police arrived, they were gone. The cops found a crowbar near the back door and an empty gas can near the van. They never caught them. I still wonder, what was the gas can for? And why did they want to cut the power before they came inside? Enjoyed these stories? 👍 LIKE the video to show your support! 💬 COMMENT below which story terrified you the most! 📢 SHARE with a friend who loves good horror! 🔔 SUBSCRIBE to the channel so you don't miss the next nightmare!    / @enigmasofthesupernatural