"Mommy, who's that?" My son pointed to the man in red standing outside his window.

This happened to my husband and I when our boy was 5 years old. It was the winter season in the United States, and Christmas had just passed. My husband and I, along with our son, had gone to bed. <br><br>I woke up at 3am to the sound of our son saying "Mommy, who's that?" When I sat up and looked towards the direction he was pointing, I immediately froze. Standing in the backyard some 25 feet away from us, outside our son's window, was a man dressed in red. He was big, tall, muscular and fat, probably between 225-240 pounds. He was dressed in a red onesie, and all that could be seen were his black eyes. His face was painted white.<br><br>I immediately got out of bed and went to the side of the window. I pulled down the blinds, and ran to my son's room to check to see if he was still there. He was, and he was staring at us. I ran to my bedroom and pulled down those blinds as well while my husband called the police. <br><br>The man ran off immediately after seeing me, and when the police arrived, they searched the neighborhood but never found anyone. <br><br>For a year after that, I couldn't look at a department store Santa the same way, and every time I saw someone dressed in red, I immediately froze and looked to make sure it wasn't him. <br><br>Santa, I hope we never meet again.