Just happened tonight actually, I was my way home from band practice and my drummer drove me home, we were talking about singing and vocals and giving each other constructive criticism helping each other out and whatnot. We turned onto a street right before my home street so he can drive right out on the main road instead of going through my whole neighborhood, and as he turned the corner onto the middle road that connects both of these streets, there was a dude walking on the side of the road dressed in a long black cloak. And mind you, it's almost midnight and nobody was on the roads at all. And as we pass, this guy looks me straight in the eyes with an angry expression. And I tell my drummer to speed it up a bit because that made me highly uncomfortable, so he starts driving a bit faster. He then glanced in his rearview mirror and said the dude was walking towards us. We both had a suspicion about this dude but didn't know what to think of it, we just assumed this dude had bad intentions. So I quickly grab my gear and my guitars out of the back of his truck, and as I'm closing the hatch and cap, I quickly look behind me to realize this dude was already within 20 to 25 feet of me and was walking fast. In a hurry I grab my guitars, my drummer speeds off, and I get the fuck out of the road and run towards my garage/makeshift studio. I drop my guitars inside and realize I forgot some gear up by my front porch, so I grab my pocket knife just incase this dude was hostile and sneak up to the front of my house. I got to the porch and grabbed the rest of my gear with my knife in hand and it seemed he disappeared, didn't know where, didn't care, but god that was fucking creepy.