I have two that still bug me years after the fact. One involves pop tarts and the other is a cabin out in Oregon. The pop tart one still bugs me on a regular basis since it hits me every now and then when I wake up in the middle of the night. Here...old repost of mine.
Was around 17 and had gotten home from work rather late. Went straight to my room to change and found myself hungry. It was probably around 1am by this time and I didn’t want to cook anything and make too much noise as I was afraid I’d wake the parents. So when I ventured to my kitchen I started shuffling through the cupboards looking for a quick fix of snack food to tide me over until the morning.
Now our kitchen was positioned so that the kitchen door led to our back yard. The door itself was an old wooden door but my dad had added one of those metal security gates on the outside for good measure. It was one of the security gates were the holes on the door were small enough so that insects could not get through and therefore we could leave the wooden door open in the summer to allow for a breeze to go through the house. In addition to the security door, my dad had also installed one of those auto security lights, you know the ones……they go on automatically whenever their motion sensor is triggered. Usually the light would only go on when I would let my dog outside to pee at night. However, on this night he was already lounging in my room waiting for me to come back with some snacks for him as well.
Anyways, getting ahead of myself. So, I was busy creeping through the cupboards and finally hit the jackpot with some pop tarts. Knowing my dog, I didn’t want to chance him snagging the tart from my hand as I ate it so I busted those things open then and there and ate them raw(I am hardcore like that). As I am standing there eating the first pop tart I hear a faint whistling sound from outside(wood door was open). At first I thought it was the wind but then I noticed that the whistling was a distinct tune and not random whistling. I didn’t know the tune but I could tell that it was from a song…sounded like a happy and sad song all rolled into one(know that doesn’t make sense buts that’s the best way I can describe it). After standing there for around 20 seconds I decided that it must be one of my friends that’s lives down the block screwing with me. Maybe they were on the other side of the fence and whistling there to scare me. Right when I am thinking this thought I see the security light suddenly turn on. I quickly looked around the surrounding area but don’t see anyone or anything that could have set the light off. The whistling is still going on……
Now I am in semi panic mode. Is it one my friends? If so, where are they hiding? If it’s not one of them then who is it? I am stuck standing there now and can’t move as I stare outside waiting for something to happen. Nothing does….a minute or so goes by…with the whistling continuing and the light remaining on. Suddenly the whistling gets louder and I see the door knob to my metal door start to move up and down and I can see through the metal door to see that there is no one there. The whistling sounds like its right outside now and the door knob keeps moving like someone is trying to get in. The security light is still on so I have a clear view of the front of the door and know for sure there is no one there. Fuck the pop tarts….I dropped the box and jetted back to my room, slammed and locked the door and hid under my blankets with my bat and dog.
I never went out to the kitchen at night after that.
Edit- For those asking- Cabin Story here
Edit #2- Some College Students asked me a while back if they could make a Short Film loosely based about the Pop Tart incident, here it is- Midnight Snack