It started one night when I was staying up late in my room which was located on the end of our trailer. I was watching my T.V when I heard footsteps on the other end of the house. They seemed to be coming from the kitchen towards the hallway towards my room.
In all fairness I thought at first it was my stepmother about to chew me out about staying up late agin. Then a feeling of terror and dread came over me. I had learned a long time ago that whenever I had this feeling, somthing unpleasent always followed. For one thing, the footsteps didn't sound right. I can't explain it to this day. There was a walk in closet in my room, I ducked into the closet in terror and silently searced for somthing I could use as a weapon. I heard the door to my room open up and the click of my light cord being pulled. Then I heard whoever it was going through my drawers. My heart was jumping out of my chest.
At the time nothing supernatural ever crossed my mind. I thought ot was some crackhead looking for somthing to hawk. I could continue to hear the sounds of my drawers being pulled out completely and set on the floor. Then after about five minutes, the noise stopped abruptly, too abruptly. It was like the intruder just stopped frozen in time doing whatever he was doing. Finally I had enough, concern for my family overrode the terror and I burst open the door. To my surprise my room was completely untouced. There were none of my drawers lying overturned on the floor, my door was shut, and there was no sighn that anything had been molested in any way. Now I was flat out scared.
When I told my stepmom about this. She tried to convince me I was just having a nightmare. But I was wide awake at the time. I still don't know who or what it was. They must have found what they were looking for because they never came back.