April 11, 2008
The Man at the Top of the Stairs
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Tara Ipock, Carthage, Missouri, August 16, 2007
I was at home alone one night and I heard footsteps upstairs. I thought
maybe it was the cats, so I went upstairs to investigate. As I was headed
up, I saw what appeared to be a dim glow staring back at me from the edge of
the stairs. I headed up some more, as brave as I was freaked, and I went
into my room where I heard the steps. As I walked in I saw that the cats
weren't in there and there was no way they could have gotten out because the
door was shut, and nothing was there. I went back down stairs and started
watching television and I heard it again, this time I was certain it wasn't
the cats. I went back up and as I opened the door, it slammed shut. I
screamed and ran down stairs and called my parents. Unfortunately, they
didn't believe me, so I went back up again, stupid me, and checked it out
again because it just fascinated me the way the door slammed with such
force. Once I got in there and looked up, there was a man standing there. He
was dressed in 1920s clothing and as soon as he looked up, he disappeared.
After that, my parents realized how much I got scared, and we decided to
move across town. Every time I see that house, I think of that experience.
