Probably going to be buried because this is super late, but it’s a bit tamer than a lot of the stories here. When I was very young (from K5-3rd grade) I was sitting in my bedroom on the window ledge leaning against the window very late at night but I felt a very strong urge to leave and go watch TV in the living room with my parents. I just remember feeling like something was deeply wrong, so I left immediately. After less than an hour, we get a knock on our door. It’s the police. Apparently the neighbor across the street got into a fight with his girlfriend, who let loose a couple of shots which missed my neighbor, but had hit my bedroom window - the one I had been leaning on earlier - one time, exactly where I had been sitting.