Eyes Behind the Door

Eyes Behind the Door

Eyes Behind the Door

This is my true scary story.  I was watching Netflix with my husband late one evening.  I was tired and kept drifting off.  My husband has this annoying habit of waking me up by making loud noises like coughing or banging his glass on the table when I start to pass out.  After a couple of times I snapped at him and went off to bed.  I laid down and started to relax for a good night sleep.  I heard the bedroom door creak softly and just tried to ignore it.  It bothered me though because it wasn’t long enough to be wide open like my husband was coming in so I looked up and tried to focus my eyes.  The door was slightly ajar and the room and the hallway were dark, but my eyes had adjusted enough that I could just make out a pair of eyes looking through the crack of the door, peering at me.  I couldn’t make out anything else but the eyes.  I assumed it was my husband messing with me because I snapped at him.  The only thing was the eyes were only at about three to three and a half feet.  Like he was on his knees or bending over.  I told him I was in no mood and to go finish the movie and laid back down.   I closed my eyes and tried to ignore him but I just couldn’t let go of that feeling of being stared at.  Then the door creaked again.  I looked up and saw the eyes again this time the door was open a little more and he was just staring.  I told him to stop and leave me alone and closed my eyes again.  Almost immediately I heard my husband laugh out loud, and he was downstairs still watching the movie.  I got chills through my entire body when I realized the eyes were not his.  I sat up and looked again afraid of what I might see.  The eyes were gone.  I turned on the light and ran down to tell my husband.  He swears it wasn’t him and it couldn’t have been because there was not enough time for him to make it down the stairs.  Also, I would have heard him on the stairs.  We searched the entire house and came up with nothing.  I didn’t sleep that night until almost daybreak.  It still creeps me out and even though my sister says it was probably just my imagination, I still think it was real because I saw the eyes twice, and felt the stare upon me, and I heard the door creak.  I am convinced that someone or something was watching me that night.

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