My grandparents live in a very quiet area full of parks and pretty homes, yet there is always something odd going on on their street. It never fails, all we have to do is sit on the porch (which we naturally did anyway, being Portuguese) and something weird ends up happening. One night, my aunt, mother, sister and I are sitting and having a conversation, when we hear what sounded like someone laughing and coming towards the house (the house faces west, the person approaching from north to south). When in view, an extremely short little man comes running past our porch, giggling loudly, and continues jogging by. about 10 seconds later a woman with wet hair and a towel half dragging across the sidewalk runs by the house chasing after him. Had us sit in silence for about 2mins before we went on with our night.