So this happened when I was around 9 years old, I'm 25 now, and it's something I will

never forget.

It gives me goose bumps to this day.

I lived in a terrace house, four houses combined, and my neighbors and I each have their own

little patio.

There's a small road 10 meters from my yard where people do their Sunday walks and

so on.

Only a small fence separates my small yard and patio from that road.

I live in a pretty crowded area with several of these terrace houses spread around in my

neighborhood, so seeing people walking on that road is pretty normal for me.

Seeing random people standing on my patio is not.

When I was 9 I usually got home from school at about an hour before my mom got home from

work.

I lived maybe 50 meters away from my school, so my mom figured I was mature enough to

be home alone for around an hour before she got home.

This one day I got home from school.

I did the usual thing which was to make sure I locked the front door, and double check

that the back door leading to the patio was also locked.

I was 9.

Being alone was a little scary even though it was in the middle of the day and only for

one hour.

I then rushed to my room upstairs to play as much PlayStation as possible before my mom

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