User:MsInsanity

This is my story, please note that all of this is true. First, please let me tell you a bit of information about myself, My name is Patricia and I live with my older brother Shoma in Sydney, Australia. It was night, around 10 or 11 am. I was sitting on my bed watching tv. I had school tomorrow so it was way past my bedtime, Shoma was asleep and I was watching my favourite show 'Criminal Minds', I then hear footsteps outside in the hallway, I quickly shut off the tv and threw the covers over me. Someone opens the door and I look to see a face looking at my 'sleeping' figure. The dark silhouette walks over to my bed and stands over me, I hold my breath and close my eyes. I feel a pressure on my forehead, and the figure walks out of my room. I sigh in relief, It was only Shoma coming to check on me. The next morning I wake up and go downstairs, to see toast left on the kitchen counter, I rub my tummy in satisfaction, when I was finished I went on with what I was doing. In the corner of my eye I see movement, myself, a strong believer in the paranormal, get a little freaked out. I decided to call my brother to have a little comfort. "Hello?" "Hey Shoma, it's me Patricia!" "Oh hello," "Could you stay on the line with me? I'm getting paranoid," I hear Shoma sigh. "You need to stop reading those stories, what were they called? creepypastas?," I bring up the incident from last night. "Oh yeah Bro, you didn't need to check up on me last night you know?" The line went silent for a minute. "What do you mean?" Fear washes over me. "W-weren't you the one who came into my room and kiss me on the head?" I said slightly shaking. "No....." My brother tells me in a serious tone. "Listen to me Patricia, I'm coming home now! Go and hide somewhere! I'll come as soon as I can!" I start to cry. "Patricia, stay strong I will be here any minute now!" I run upstairs to my room and hide in my closet. I hear my door open "Patricia?! where are you?"I smile jumping out of the closet with a smile. "Shoma!" My smile immediately fades away when I see a man look at me and smiling an insane smile showing his dirty yellow teeth. I back away slowly, with the man walking towards me. My back hits the wall, he holds his knife up in the air ready to strike me, when I hear a familiar voice. "You son of a bitch get away from my sister!" I never hear my brother swear, you see my brother was the most mature person I have ever known. Shoma punches the guy and the man runs away, Shoma dials 000, the police couldn't find the man, and couldn't do anything about it, but they did have some history with this guy, his name was James Turner, he was a rapist, who was living in my house for one year, and he's been planning my kidnapping for that one year. We have now moved houses and my brother has never left me home alone ever since. I have never forgotten this incident ever, and I still wonder what would've happened to me, if my brother wasn't there when he was.