Episode Details

We heard the front door break open at 2:14 AM. My husband grabbed my hand. I grabbed our daughter. We ran for the only place in the house with no windows—the crawlspace under the stairs. We pulled the door shut behind us. We held our breath. We heard footsteps above us. Then in the hallway. Then at the top of the stairs. Then... on the stairs. Each creak brought him closer. And then he stopped. Right outside the door. And then we heard him laugh. He knew where we were. He'd always known. The crawlspace under the stairs wasn't a hiding place. It was a trap. And we'd walked right into it.

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