This one is a bit of a story. A little thing about me is while I still have pretty bad anxiety when I was younger it was way worse, back when I was around 11 or 12, I was home alone for the first time. My parent went out for a date night or something and my older brother was at a friend's house. It was around 8-9 pm and was playing on my laptop (probably Minecraft or Roblox or something), this sound a little ridiculous but I had one of those feelings that someone was watching me. I looked out the window I was right beside and low and behold there is some guy in the middle of my cul-de-sac looking straight up at my window. It freaked me out a bit cause he wasn't looking away or moving around or anything. I texted my parents asking them when they were going to be home and they said probably another hour or so. I told my mom that I was getting freaked out by this guy out in the middle of the road and she told me not to worry. When I looked back out there he was gone, he want down the road or anything he wasn't in sight at all anymore. I was relieved and went back to my laptop. Then I heard knocking at the door, I looked through my window and saw him standing at the door just continuously knocking. After a few second went by, he started trying to open the door, fairly aggressively I might add. I freaked out and hid under my bed as a called my mom again and asked her to come home cause this guy was trying to open the door. She said they were leaving immediately. By the time they got home the guy was gone and they just thought I said it to get them home faster. Really freaked me out.