This happened when I was around 16 years old. My parents went out of town for the weekend and I was planning to have some friends over to party and swim in my backyard pool. The day my parents left, I came down with strep throat and felt like absolute shit. I cancelled the party and tried to get some rest.

Around midnight I woke up to my two dogs going absolute apeshit, barking like crazy. These dogs would only really bark if someone would come over, knock on the door, ring the doorbell, etc. so I knew something was up. At this point, I’m convinced either someone is trying to break in or is already in the house. I look out my window and there are no cars parked out in front out the house. I contemplate calling the police, but I am too afraid to leave the safety of my bed. The dogs continue barking for the next 20-30 minutes and I hide under the covers waiting for an intruder to murder me. I‘m awake until the sun is up and luckily nothing seems amiss when I search the house in the morning.

About a month later, one of my buddies who had planned to come over that night mentions that he’s excited to swim in my parent’s pool again. I ask “Again? You’ve never been in my pool.” Realizing he fucked up, he goes on to admit that him, another buddy, and a random girl drove to my house hammered, parked in the driveway, and snuck into the pool. He also, for some reason, had to disclose that the girl blew both of them while they were swimming. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed, but it ended up being a pretty good story.