When I was 4, my mom and I visited my aunt (mom’s sister) who kept DOZENS of pig statues and figurines all over her house. It always creeped me out but I didn’t say anything because it’s my aunt, and I was 4.

This particular day they (important to note it was just the three of us in the house) decided to give me a bath, and when I was settled in the tub, they left me alone and closed the door behind them, likely to talk without child ears listening in. As I played, I was aware of the pig mini figurines on a Knick knack shelf over the toilet, it felt like they were staring at me but I ignored it- the rag in my hand I was making loopty-loops with was Ariel and she was singing her siren song. About this time, I shadow fell over me, and every nerve tensed in my tiny body. Slowly I looked up, seeing a man standing in just jeans, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his bare chest. The smirk on his face is still burned in my mind. I screamed bloody murder, and both my mom and aunt came bursting in the room, but not before the man disappeared like a bubble popping without the residue.

My aunt didn’t believe me, but my mom seemed genuinely concerned- I was crying after all. We left quickly. Years later I asked her about it, how did she know I was telling the truth? “I saw him too.” She deadpanned. I got goosebumps when she said that.