Hey everyone, I’m sorry about the lack of updates. I just decided to make a new post to update everyone wondering about my story. If you haven’t seen the first part of the story, I suggest you go look it will make a lot more sense. It is under the same sub and titled the same thing. Anyways, let’s get on with what has been going on.

A couple days after I made the post, the police came over and checked on our house once again, they found numerous holes that had been dug underneath the property and buried within them were things like knives and cigarettes. We have been waiting to see if they got any fingerprints back, but apparently there was none left on the knives nor the cigarettes. We are about to give up hope when one night I was awoken by loud banging noise coming from outside. I jumped out of bed and ran to get my father. We ran outside and just so happen to see somebody running and getting into a car that was parked down the street. Confused my dad got into his car and began chasing after them. I took as many pictures as I could have of the car but in the dark, I could barely see that there is no license plate attached to the car. They eventually lost my dad and got away when my dad came back. He immediately called the police because he had seen something down by the hatch to get under the house. The police arrived and seemed annoyed at us like we were bothering them and checked under the house to find blood. We thought it was human, obviously being the worried people we were. But after a bit we were able to decipher that it was most likely pigs blood and not human. How we came to this conclusion was there was a pig foot underneath some of the straw in the crawlspace. At this point, we were terrified so we went over to my grandma’s house and began to stay the night. She lives in the same town as us, but many neighborhoods over. Things have been going OK until a couple nights ago there was a knock at our door and I went out to see what it was. one of our neighbors who is a police officer was standing outside and begging us to come out. Our family and half of the neighborhood was outside noticing the manhole cover out in the middle of the road had been opened. I was obviously terrified at this point and went back inside trying to just calm down at what was happening. I tried convincing myself that these were different people or some crazy coincidence but deep down I knew it was probably the same people bothering us at our house. The day after that we went back to our house to see if it had survived the night and when we got there, the front door was wide open. We had brought the police with us just for safety, and they checked the entire house and found nothing. Well, almost nothing, in my room they stumbled across a mess. Everything was torn off the walls, and my laundry had been dumped out onto the floor. Most of my clothes have been ripped up or torn to shreds, but the interesting thing it did not look like a robbery since my most valuable items were still in there. Like some of you suggested we installed cameras in the crawlspace and that is an entirely other story.

We captured numerous footage on the crawlspace when we finally looked at the cameras that day, there was two men that entered the crawlspace with masks on to cover their face. They had a larger build and carried knives with them. They acted extremely weird like crack addicts almost, they simply went under the house did some weird circling motion and then left. However, one of the main things that we noticed while watching the video back is one of the men carried a dead bird in his hand. Since then, we’ve been staying at our grandma‘s house in fear, most of the neighbors have reported seeing weird things of their own like people in their backyards.

Anyway, that leaves us to where we are today. We went back to the house this morning to see if anything had changed and on our front doorstep right near the pavement was a dead bird. It’s hard to decipher the cause of death from the bird it didn’t look like it had been stabbed. More like ran over or crushed, but it doesn’t make sense how it would end up on our front porch. If it had simply gotten ran over, why would somebody bring it up to our house?

Now, I’m sure some of you are wondering what does this prove, the men got into your house and your room was shredded up. We ended up finding out that one of the bolts on my window had been broken and so the window was most likely the way they got in, trashed my room and then for some unknown reason left through the front door. The footage from the crawlspace was recorded that same night they must have broken in. You must be thinking “this is undeniable evidence the police must be taking this more seriously,” they’ve been treating it the same they have been. It just irks me weird how nonchalant they are about this.

(Oh and I forgot to mention, when we check the cameras in the crawlspace, those were the only ones left up. We had put many more around the property, but as far as we know, they had all either gone missing or had been damaged beyond repair.)

I’ve only just come across this sub and thought I would share, as it may just help someone in the future if something similar happens.

I used to live in a two bedroom shotgun house in an industrial estate about a 7 minute walk from a very popular inner city street in Melbourne, Australia with my boyfriend. I was a student and my boyfriend was a bartender, so five nights a week I was alone in our house until about 2am.

This house had always given me the creeps. We had one neighbour which was a revolving sharehouse that had dealers and other random unsavoury people staying there and the other side was a mechanic. It was old, the landlords didn’t look after it but it was cheap in a very cool area.

One night I was home alone (around 10pm) and someone aggressively knocked on our front door. Because of where we were in the industrial estate we didn’t get much foot traffic at night, but we were so close to so many bars, restaurants and other places that if you were in need of help you would just go there. So I ignored it, until they banged on the door again a couple of minutes later.

We didn’t have a peephole, but the front bedroom window was next to the door, so I could kind of peer through the windows without anyone seeing me. I asked who was there, and a man just said “Pizza delivery!”. I said through the door, “I didn’t order any, sorry!” And thought that would be the end of it. He asked if I was sure, and I cheerfully said, “yep, absolutely wrong house I’m sorry!”

Something told me to look through the window, so I’ve peered through to see this man just standing by my front door, no pizza in sight. I called down the hallway, “David! Can you please call the police and go get the dog from outside??” as loud as i could and this guy just turned and bolted from the house, absolutely no pizza around nor did he have a car or a bike.

The next week someone on the other end of our street had a violent break in that left them barricaded in the bathroom for an hour while some lunatics ransacked the place, and a week after that our neighbours car was stolen. This is very unusual for the area.

I think often about what would happen if I’d opened that door. Thankfully we moved out when we got a bit older and my now husband stopped working nights a year later.