I was around 12 or so and my mom left to run an errand, leaving me alone. Very soon after she left, the doorbell rang. This was weird because we lived on a hill with only two neighbors (we all kept to ourselves) and we just… didn’t get random visitors. Thanks to some conveniently placed picture frames, I could see out the door without being seen. I look out and see a young man I don’t recognize. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and something just feels… off. So I ignore him and wait for him to leave.
But he doesn’t. Again, this is an isolated hill, I’m alone, and now I’m getting scared. I go and hide and plan to wait for my mom. Except she JUST left, had a few errands to run, and I couldn’t reach the phone without the guy seeing me.
As I’m trying to figure out what to do… my mom comes home. She runs in and asks if I’m okay. She got this random ‘go home NOW’ urge. She hadn’t even run her first errand yet but turned around immediately. Found the guy in our yard and asked what he needed. I guess he muttered something about looking for someone, or something to that effect, and my mom told him to leave. He was acting very strangely and made my mom nervous.