Stalked

One night I was tucked in my bed, sound asleep. It was around 3 am, the witching hour, how ironic.  I was awoken by a feeling, I felt eyes on me from my window. I looked outside and saw nobody was there, that is strange. I could've swore somebody was looking at me, which is impossible because my room is on the second floor. It was probably nothing, I rolled over and fell asleep. I woke up again 30 minutes later, at 3:33 am. I felt something again and I tried to shrug it off but the feeling would not go away, I felt someone staring at me again but not from my window, it was from the dark corner across my room. There was nothing there, just a normal corner but I felt uneasy. I sat up in my bed, at this rate I wasn't going to be able to sleep. Feeling watched gave me a creepy feeling, especially when nothing was there. I wanted to get up and leave but the corner was right next to my door, it was slightly cracked which would help me get out quick. I didn't want to take a chance, the hallway was dark and the stairs were just right there, if I ran for it I could make it. I pulled my covers off getting ready to dart for the door when the hallway light turned on. It startled me, because there was nobody home, there is no way the light could turn on. I felt very uneasy at this point, I didn't want to go out there but I sure didn't wanna be in here, then the light started flicking on and off. I felt very scared I had goosebumps everywhere, the light turning on and off and the feeling of being watched didn't settle well with me. I wanted out but I couldn't get the courage to get up and run. I felt paralyzed, with no escape. Then the light went off, I could hear somebody walking up the stairs, heavy and deliberate. The feeling of being watched was gone but now something was coming toward my room, then it stopped at the top of the stairs. I thought it was gone but then I heard the steps start again but this time they were running, they were running toward my open door. I jumped out of bed and slammed the door and something lunged itself into the door shaking the door and hitting with a thud. It was so heavy, so strong it pushed me back and I threw all my weight into the door hoping whatever it was couldn't get in. Then it starting shaking the door and I could hear a growling sound, then it stopped all at once. My whole body was shaking, I was terrified, my breathing turned heavy and hard. Then the door started shaking again, I tried keeping it shut but my small body couldn't hold it much longer. It suddenly stopped, I stayed at the door just in case it came back. Then the footsteps started again, they walked down the hall and down the stairs. I heard a crash in the living room then the kitchen, then it was gone. I opened my door and looked down the hall toward the stairs, the pictures on the walls were all turned over facing the wall. I went down the stairs and every picture was the same as the ones in the hall. I walked into the living room and the vases were broken on the floor and the couch was torn apart. Everything was trashed, I walked through the dinning room and the chairs were stacked on the table and the light above the table was swinging. I went into the kitchen and the silverware was all over the floor, all the plates were broken on the ground and the glasses were broken, some were stacked strangely on the counter. Everything was open, cabinets, fridge, oven, everything. I was scared, I didn't know whether to call the police or my parents and tell them what happened. I walked through the rest of the house, it was all untouched besides the kitchen dinning room and living room. I walked around the house and could feel someone was watching me, I felt uneasy but not threatened yet. I walked through the living room again to check upstairs, when I stopped dead cold in my tracks, something was staring at me, a very bad feeling came from it. I looked around frantically, there was nothing there, I could feel it. I ran for the stairs and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end like something was right on my tail. I panicked and ran up the stairs tripping on the way up, I felt something brush my ankle. I screamed and got back up and continued to run. I ran to my parents room and slammed the door and locked it. It slammed into the door shaking it, I screamed "GO AWAY" and it stopped. I stepped away from the door and climbed into my parents bed watching the door. My parents came back the next morning, finding the house a wreck the yelled for me, I wasn't sure if it was really them or not and they looked through my room it was a wreck and the came to the door yelling if I was in there. The tried opening the door but I locked it, I slowly got up and looked under the door to see there feet, to make sure they were real. I opened the door and my parents started shaking me to tell them what happened. My eyes were red and puffy, my cheeks wet from crying all night curled in there comforter. They were scared, wanted to know if I was hurt, I wasn't. They pried it out of me what happened, I told them it was some unseen monster that chased me and tried to get me, they didn't believe half of it, they said I was just scared and thought I didn't see anything and it must have been an intruder. But I know better than that I know what happened, it was a monster, a demon, a ghost, not an intruder. Somewhere deep down they know it wasn't an intruder but they don't want to except it. I still feel watched throughout the house, in the hallway, the dining room, kitchen, but especially in my room, I know something is there, strange things have been happening every since that night. My parents have noticed it too and are slowly starting to question if what happened was real. Things are getting worse over the past couple of months, my mom was grabbed going up the stairs, and dad has started finding scratches on himself more often. I haven't had anything yet besides being watched, but I feel like something very bad is about to happen, something very very bad is coming....