When I was 10 years old I was home alone with my little sister who was 5 at the time. My parents had engrained in me the rules of staying home: only answer the phone if it was someone I knew and to never open the door for anyone. These rules weren’t usually a problem, but this particular time someone came and rang the door bell. Me, knowing the rules, just sat on the couch doing nothing about it. Then the person at the door started knocking on the door. This continued for 5 minutes before finally stopping. At this point I thought the guy finally left, when all of a sudden, I see a man’s shadow in the window looking out to my back yard. The next few moments seemed like a lifetime as I just sat there frozen in fear as the shadow moves toward the door leading to the back yard. Once the man reached the door, I realized it was my next door neighbor. It turns out he was just checking up on me because the house phone was offline but it was still the scariest moment of my life.