I had a very creepy and scary thing happen to me when I was 10 years old. Growing up, I lived in a suburb of Atlanta that was really just starting to grow and would be better defined as semi rural. This was 1980.

We lived on a street with a lot of 70s ranch style homes and did not have a ton of traffic pass through. So little that we could play ball in the street without having to move but once every ten minutes or so. About a 1/4 mile up the road was a great park with a BMX track, an equestrian ring, ball fields, tennis courts , etc.. My neighbor friends and I basically lived up there in the summer.

One day, after spending a few hours there, my neighbor and I were walking home when an old beat up cutlass rolled up on us from behind and stopped beside us. There was a middle aged man driving and a middle aged woman in the passenger seat. The driver stepped out of the car and approached us while asking a question about if we knew where Hopkins road was. As I started to point and give directions, he made a quick move and tried to grab my wrist. I jerked away and we both started hauling as like a grizzly was chasing us. The man quickly got back in his car and tailed us down the street. We were yelling and screaming as we ran until we ran into my yard and into my house. They continued on down the street and left the area. Of course, I called my mom at work and told her what had happened. She told us to remain in the house with my older brother((15) and she told him to get his 20 gauge out and ready in case they came back. They didn't that day.

Flash forward two weeks and we my neighbors and I are in the yard playing whiffle ball. We see the car slow rolling down the street and basically stop in front of my yard. It was just the man this time but he had on a pair of googly eye glasses with the springs that made them dangle. He sat there and just stared at us and I yelled that it was the bad guy and all 6 of us went berserk and ran in several directions. After about 10 seconds, he gunned it and disappeared up the street. I called mom again and she said to go inside as she was calling the police and she was on her way home. The police show up and we told them what had happened two weeks prior and what happened that day. They talked to my mom when she got home and they agreed that we were to stay inside the house with doors locked until she and/or dad got home from work.

A week later, my older brother!and sister and I are chilling watching cartoons and I see a man walk by our living room window real close to the house. He walks up on our porch and straight to the front door and starts jiggling the knob. He was trying to force it open but we had the deadbolt locked. After about 30 seconds he calmly walked to the back of my house( I saw him pass the window again) and I ran to the kitchen where the phone was on the wall. As I am dialing the police, I see him approach our back door and start jiggling that handle. I was on the phone with the police telling them that a man was trying to get into my house when the man and I made eye contact through the door window panes. He was calm as hell as he jiggled the handle and just stared at me. I yelled at him that the police were on the way and just calmly walked away. I went back to the front of the house and saw him jogging through my neighbors yard and get into the cutlass that he had parked on the side of the road a few houses up on the street. He was long gone before the police arrived. Never saw the guy or th beat again after that but I am certain that he had real bad intentions.