Well, they weren't actually that terrifying, just strange. I was sitting on the couch of our living room with my sister, just watching TV. The couch is positioned next to a window that looks out onto our driveway - our driveway has a gate at the end of it so our cars can pull into the carport. Anyway, we were sitting in total darkness except for a couple of kitchen lights that have a tendency to turn off anyway, when the sensor light on our driveway flashed on. We could see the light shine through the window, which caused us both to immediately look over to the driveway, when I heard the gate rattle. But not just one of those misunderstood rattles where you think someone is opening up the gate but it just turns out to be the wind - this rattle was legit. And, just after I heard the gate open and close, I could have sworn I saw a foot run into the darkness of our carport. I asked my sister if she heard the rattling too, and she said she had. Then we both freaked out. We ran straight to Dad who happened to be right next door and asked him if he heard the rattling too. I found it strange when he said he hadn't, because he was sitting even closer to the gate than we were - but then again, he is half-deaf.
The sensor light was still on when Dad went out to investigate outside. He initially it might have been one of the neighbours, so went over and asked them if they had opened up the gate. He came back with the answer 'no'. I was getting really scared up at this point. Dad checked around carport and under the house, then back into the house deciding it was probably easily to look around in the dark with a torch. With the torch I assume he walked down to the pool area, because I was so cowardly I didn't actually go with him in case a psycho with a chainsaw showed up. I then realised that I left the window open in the garage when I was running on the treadmill. I thought to myself 'Of course, if someone deliberately broke into your house to murder someone, obviously they would go to the place with all the tools and weapons.' But, I don't understand why anyone would want to harm us - it does seem a little far-fetched looking back onto it. Dad didn't end up looking in the garage because he was convinced that no one was there, but the image of a foot running into the darkness still clung to my conscience. I've pictured it in my mind so much that I'm not sure if I actually saw a foot or not.
Today, the mystery was still unsolved and it looked like it was going to storm. This meant I was forced to go and close the window in the garage in case the rain damaged any of the gym equipment. No, I would have to open up the garage and discover if the murderer was there or not. My heart began to beat wildly. I didn't want to ask anyone else to close the window for me because a) I would appear like a coward (which I secretly am) and b) if there really was someone inside, I couldn't have it on my conscience if someone was hurt as a consequence of going to close the window (which was my fault anyway) so I went down myself. I was trying to breathe as I pathetically trudged down the carport to the garage. The garage was by far the creepiest place of the house (unless you count under the house, but under the house isn't really in the house, so it doesn't count) and it didn't really help when thunder was booming dramatically in the distance, adding even more atmosphere to the already atmospheric situation. I was about to put the key into the lock when I heard... a scream!
Ok, that was just my sister tricking me into thinking she saw a person behind me. I almost had a heart attack. Anyway, I was just about to give up all prospects of the future when I opened up the squeaky garage door and saw no one in it. It looked just as I had left it two days earlier. I flicked on the lights and reeled in the window, reflecting that it was probably too small for someone to climb into anyway. And really, why would anyone wait around in a hot garage all day with no food, nothing expensive to steal, but only to do a fitness workout on the elliptical trainer?
Turns out my imagination just got the better of me again, although I still can't forget the vision of the foot running into the carport. I probably just mistook it for a possum. Anyway, I'm so relieved now, but I'm probably won't be going into the garage anytime soon.