When I was 15 and living at home my bedroom had a window which looked out onto the flat roof of the conservatory below. The head of my bed was directly below this window. Window was smallish (40 x 100cm ish) and not overlooked so didn't have a curtain. One summer night I was sleeping with the windows open and was woken up at 2 am. Looked towards the window above my head in the direction of the noise to see a large man standing on the flat roof looking at me, head about level with mine as I knelt on my bed looking up. I have never felt such fear. Screamed for my dad who came running... The man turned to be my neighbour's brother. He said he'd climbed onto the roof to get to next door's roof to fix their satellite (in the middle of the night?!). I don't know what he was really doing but I don't believe the satellite story. Even weirder was afterwards he kept sending me flowers "to apologise".
When I was about 10 I was home alone. My mum had died two years previous. I was stood in my kitchen and too the side of me I heard my mum say Stepmum3 are you ok? Needless to say I screamed and locked myself in the living room and rang my dad to come home.it really scared me. Never heard anything again since. I wish I hadn’t been so scared as if it was her maybe I scared her off. In reflection she would never of hurt me if it was her 😢
I used to work in a bar and used to chat to the customers, particularly the regulars. There was one chap who came in most nights I was working so we used to chat quite a lot. I was single at the time. Then I received a Valentine's card with a mobile phone number in it and no name, I had a pretty good idea it was from him but I had not given him my address or surname or any more idea of where I lived than the general area so it really freaked me out and I avoided him whenever possible. A couple of weeks later I got home to find a message on my answering machine ( it was about 15 years ago) asking me why I hadn't rung him. I hadn't given him my phone number either. After that I ensured that I was always very polite when I needed to serve him but never did any more than taking his order and giving him his change when I had to. I also always made sure I had a chain on my door and that the house was secure. He stopped coming to the bar after another couple of months luckily, but he did spend a fair bit of that time asking me why I wouldn't talk to him and trying to get my attention. Still gives me the creeps.