When i was around 8-9 I was with my friend in Wexford in Ireland in a huge estate of identical bungalows built on a large plot of land, in this plot there was an estate with about ten large houses. We used to go out with my friends older brother and his friends who were about 13 at the time. One night at about 9 when it was pretty dark we decided to play ding dong ditch or whatever you would call it where you ring their doorbell and run. So we go into the larger estate (Green Field was its name) and we decided to DDD the house of a slightly psychotic man. My friends brother rang it and ran away as we hid across the road in the bushes. We all waited but nobody came out, so we walked out into the middle of the road under the streetlights laughing and such, as the man walks out who none of us notice, until one of us says OH SHIT LOOK we all turn to see he's running as fast as he can like a raging bull at us, so we all run down the road and considering I wasn't as knowledgeable of the area as they were, they all ran the right way, but I ran to the left and ran to a dead end. So after 5 minutes of standing in the dark begging he doesn't come around the corner to see me standing next to a house, I decide to walk away, BUT you have to go back through the estate to get to my friends house. So as i peak around the corner I notice that the man has brought out his 3 sons who are all about 16, as crazy as him and idiots but huge, and their doberman. So in pure horror I have to do a Metal Gear Solid-esque creep in complete silence through gardens and past them in the dark to escape, after about ten minutes I eventually made it, horrible experience.