#6. “That’s not my dad!”

I was living in a Scottsdale, Arizona at the time. I believe it was around 2000 and I was 8 or 9 depending on the month… I’m not 100% sure.

There used to be a huge park just behind the row of houses that were facing mine. I could walk there in less than 5 minutes, and I did frequently, because I was new to the neighborhood and was hoping to me meet some friends to play with. After a while of doing that, I had a few people I would call friends.

One weekend I head over to the park after saturday cartoons, and everything was going well until some alcoholic man pulls up and starts yelling at me from his pick-up truck.

I ignore him and keep playing on the monkey bars.

He gets out of the truck and starts chasing me.

I was always playing tag and running with the friends that I had made, so I easily ran through the playground and avoided him for a little while. But I was really scared, and then, I see a woman with a baby sitting in the shade 60 yards away, so I run as fast as I can to her.

And then he decides to walk over to her to avoid suspicion.

He tells her that he’s my dad and I’m grounded and shouldn’t be outside. I explain to her that I’ve never met him, and he’s trying to kidnap me. She confronts him and tells him to go away.

Luckily, there was a nice lady with a baby. Otherwise, I might not be here.

#7. Seriously! Lock your damn doors!

My dad was out for a job interview, so me and my sister had the place to ourselves for about 2 hours. I watched TV downstairs and went outside, and when I went back in, I left the door unlocked for my dad, since it was getting close to the time he said he’d be home

I went upstairs and hung out with my sister for a while. I heard the front door open, and rummaging through cabinets as well.

I just assumed that it was my dad, since he always likes to check everything is in place before relaxing. I also heard my dad’s door open and close, albeit slowly, a few times.

I was talking with my sister when the phone rang. To my surprise, it was my dad on the other end. He told me that he was going to be getting home late and that we needed to make our own dinners.

It felt like my heart fell to my feet as I realized that it wasn’t my dad that had entered the home.

I hurriedly rushed downstairs to see if everything was okay. Several things were gone, and the front door was wide open.

I then heard what sounded like breathing, coming from the downstairs bathroom. I choked the urge to yell as I saw a hand wrap around the door, and a face peer around my corner.

As soon as the guy saw me, he ran like hell out of there. I chased after him, but he was long gone.

Later, on the floor in the bathroom, I found a box-cutter knife.

I’m not sure what his intentions were with the weapon, but they probably weren’t good.