This woman tried to stop at my house after a car crash

So this happened in 2017 when I was 15. It was a Sunday mid-morning, my mother was out grocery shopping and I was cleaning my room. It was a pretty normal day. <br><br>My house's location is important for the story: it's a corner house at an intersection. On one side is woods, where we have our garden and this path where we pick blueberries every summer. On the other side is the street to the neighboring village, which is right at the end of a slope. We get quite a few accidents at this intersection because of the slope. <br><br>I'm cleaning my room, which has a window facing the intersection. I have earphones on and am listening to music and am completely zoned out. I kind of notice that there's a car crash, because I hear a faint screeching and then the sound of an impact, but I'm so out of it that I ignore it and keep on cleaning. <br><br>It's only a few minutes later, when I hear straight-up screaming and howling that I snap to attention. I look out the window and there's a car that's completely destroyed, smoke is billowing out of it. A young woman (who couldn't have been older than early 20s) has gotten out of the wreck and is leaning up against the car, screaming at the top of her lungs. <br><br>I take out my earbuds and rush outside. I live in a small village, and I've never seen this girl before. My first instinct is to check if everyone's okay and to call an ambulance and the police. But I have absolutely no cell signal. <br><br>She then starts moving towards me and my house. At first, I think she wants help, but something about how she's moving just hits every red flag I have. She has scratches on her face and arms, but no other injuries that I can see. And she's screaming and crying, but doesn't seem to be in pain. It just didn't add up. <br><br>I decide to go inside and pretend I'm not there. I shut the door to my room and lock it (it's the room closest to where she is). <br><br>There's knocking on the door, which starts softly and then starts getting louder. Then they're pounding on the door. I'm hiding behind my desk, hoping that she'll go away and knowing deep down that she won't. <br><br>She's calling for me. She's begging me to stop, saying that she needs to call for help. But something about her tone is just off. There's no desperation in it, it's not sad. She says that she needs to call for her boyfriend (which immediately made me think of the boyfriend under the bed trope) or her mom. Again, something about it just does not sit right. <br><br>The knocking doesn't stop. And she's still talking. My gut is screaming at me to not open the door, but my brain is telling me that I need to let her in, that I have to be a decent human being. <br><br>The main door to my house has a view of the inside, so you can see who's inside if you're standing where she was. After a few more minutes, she walks away.<br><br>I stay in my room until my mom comes home a few minutes later, which feels like an eternity. When my mom pulls up, the woman asks my mom to call for an ambulance. <br><br>My mom told me later that the woman was talking about her boyfriend being in the car and that they had to get him out. But there was no one else in the car. My mom said she was acting very strangely and smelled like alcohol.<br><br>The police showed up and the whole thing was really strange. The woman had no license or any kind of ID on her. She told them that she had no insurance on the car and that it wasn't hers. <br><br>I don't know what happened to her and I don't care. <br><br>Don't ever show up at my house claiming that you need help. I will never open the door for you.