>>35883226Here's two that kinda suck.
I was 8 years old, sitting in the kitchen with a book when the phone rang. I picked it up and some weird guy answered asking about my brother. I didn't know enough at the time to be skeptical about talking to strangers on the phone so I answered all his questions and he seemed pleased with me. Then he started telling me that he liked me, which was weird. I was really confused so all I did was go, "What?" in disbelief, and then he says "I like you, I want to kill you," so I immediately hung up the phone and told my mom. I closed the window blinds and went back to reading when I suddenly heard really loud laughter from outside (no none of the TVs were on), so I ran into my bedroom. Later my brother came home and I asked him about the weird guy but he didn't know what I was talking about.
When I was 10 my family had fallen on hard times and it was just me living with my mom. We'd just been evicted because she couldn't pay the rent on her own as a solo mother so we were staying at a friend's spare apartment which doubled as a day care center in the morning and afternoon. We were pretty much restricted to the upstairs section of the house, but it was totally empty downstairs at night so I'd sometimes go down there before there wasn't anyone to tell me not to, and my mom didn't particularly care. Little did she know that I was stealing candy that was meant for the day care kids every night. One night I went down into the dark intending to steal some more candy, but when I looked down the hallway I distinctly saw a figure standing right where the candy jar was, staring at me. I hauled ass back upstairs and told my mom, so she went down to check, but there was no one there. I stopped stealing candy.
