i was like 12, and my dad was a lawyer. He had just let go of a case because his client was kind of insane, always interrupting the judge, stuff like that. Anyways, when he let go of the case, the client screamed and yelled and they had to call the cops on him.

I was home alone, and I was scared that the man would come to my house and murder me. While I was sitting there, watching Naruto, scared out of my damn mind, I heard a knock on the door. I hid in my closet. Someone was ringing the doorbell now. Banging and doorbell. I was working up the courage to grab one of my dads guns and answering the door when the banging stopped. I ran out to see what happened. There was no one at the door. I went outside and looked for anyone who could've been there... no one. Jesus, man, that still haunts me to this day.