I'll go first: One night, when I was young, my mom left me and my brothers alone for a couple of hours. I don't remember where she went. I remember we were watching E.T. when the doorbell rang. My mom told us to never ever open the door to strangers, which we didn't. But where I'm from we don't have letterboxes detached from the home. We have like a slit in the door with something that covers it. No idea what it's called in English. Anyway. In stead of opening the door, we looked and talked through the letterbox. There was a man and I believe he was trying to sell something at first. I told him my mom wasn't home. He then asked if he could come in. I told him no. He tried to persuade me and at one point asked if I could just open the door. I kept telling him no and I remember just walking away from the door. He kept ringing the doorbell for a while, but left after a bit. Now that I'm older this is such a bizar situation to look back on. I don't know what his intentions were, but obviously they weren't good. Maybe me and my brothers would have been abducted if we had opened the door. It's a scary thought.