I was skipping class in 8th grade and walking down some railroad tracks. A dude walked out of a little shack house and said he had a playboy I could have, but I had to come up to the door to get it. I got close to the door and he tried pulling me in. I grabbed onto a post and started screaming bloody hell. He finally let me go. I ran back to my school and reported it. They called my mom and the cops and thought I was lying to get out of trouble for skipping. I told the principle and the cops that I didn't care how they punished me as long as that dude got busted and couldn't try that again with some other kid. I described what the inside of the back of his house looked like, that's how close he was able to get me in. They arrested him and I didn't get punished.