The Mysterious Visitor – A True Horror Story from America

My name is Rin.

About seven years ago, I lived in an old house in Chicago with my little daughter, Joey. One night, after putting her to bed, I went to the bathroom to wash my face before going to sleep. Suddenly, I felt a strong force push me back inside!

I froze in place for a few seconds, then slowly stepped out, my heart pounding. As I opened the bedroom door, I nearly fainted from fear!

There was a strange-looking woman with wild, tangled hair and wide, eerie eyes sitting next to my daughter, staring at me with a sinister smile! I couldn't scream or move, but I managed to gather my courage and quickly turned on the light. In an instant, she vanished completely!

After that night, I began noticing strange things happening in the house—footsteps echoing in the hallway, objects moving on their own, and my daughter waking up crying, saying, "Mommy, the man in the living room is scaring me!"

I tried to ignore it all, but one day, while sitting in the living room, I heard a child laughing in the kitchen—even though my daughter was outside playing!

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I moved to a new house, and since that day, I haven't experienced anything strange again. But I still wonder—who was that woman? And was there something else lurking in that old house?

Even after moving, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I kept telling myself that maybe it was just hallucinations caused by stress or lack of sleep. But deep inside, I knew what I saw was real.

A few months later, I visited an old friend from my former neighborhood. As we talked, I mentioned what had happened in that house. She looked at me with a serious expression and said:

"You’re not the only one who saw strange things there!"

She told me that the family who moved in after us left the house after only three months. They claimed to hear eerie voices and see shadows moving in the hallways at night. Even the neighbors talked about hearing a child crying from inside the house—despite no children living there at the time!

I felt a wave of fear wash over me, but I was grateful I had left that place. I no longer wanted to know more about the house’s history, but one thing was certain—it wasn’t just my imagination. Something sinister lived in that house, and I didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if we had stayed any longer…

After hearing my friend’s story, chills ran down my spine. I didn’t want to dig deeper, but my curiosity was stronger than my fear. When I got home, I decided to research the history of that house.

I searched through public records and found something that made my blood run cold. In the 1970s, a man named Robert Hansen had lived in that house—until he mysteriously disappeared. His body was never found, but police discovered traces of blood in the basement, leading them to believe he had been murdered there. Even more disturbing, his wife had claimed for years that she would see someone sitting next to their daughter's bed at night—just like what happened to me!

I couldn’t sleep that night. Every memory of that house flooded back—the woman with the wild hair, the eerie laughter in the kitchen, the voice calling my daughter. I was certain now: it wasn’t just an old house. Something was trapped there. Something that had never left.

Since that day, I’ve never gone near that neighborhood again, nor have I tried to find out who lives there now. But some nights, when I’m home alone, I get the unsettling feeling that someone is watching me from the shadows…

And I wonder—did that thing really stay behind? Or is it still searching for someone new to haunt?