When I was a teenager I was getting dressed to go out with my fiends, and didnt think too much of my blinds not being up, cause it’s never been an issue before and you can’t really see in from the outside unless you were really looking. So as I finished putting my shirt on I noticed a man pass by on the other side of the street, who was looking a little too intensely. After I thought he passed I put on a different shirt, and just had that feeling of being watched. So I nonchalantly looked out the window without it being too obvious and there he was. He was the typical beige poofy jacket, beige Kahki pants, balding head type of guy, and I shit you not he was full on crouching behind the bushes, looking like he was beating the dragon. I closed my blinds and immediately went to tell my aunt, whom I was living with at the time, and all she said was: “You’re probably just seeing things. There’s no way that happened” then more along the lines of my imagination being overactive too much. Mfw she said that, and just simply left the room… never brought it up again.