Almost kidnapped from my bedroom as a child

This is a bit of a throwaway because my other account is connected to my real life but I want to tell this story before I forget and it slips my mind. I'm a 22 year old woman and this happened when I was around 9 or 10 so please bear in mind some details are fuzzy.<br><br>When I was young my family moved into a new house, it had 3 bedrooms and was semi detached. At the time there were no other houses to the right of our house and a few to the left, it was a new build estate and they were still building more houses on it until I was around 13. <br>My bedroom was at the front of the house and my window overlooked a green area, kind of where they had paths for people to walk up on between houses but this particular one was just grass with the occasional tree dotted around. There was no street light so I couldn't actually see anything out of my window at night but the moon and any passing lights from cars driving along the path. <br><br>I remember it was summer and it was baking hot so when I went to bed one night I opened my window a little for some fresh air (my parents later told me it was open a lot more than just a little but it was like that before I went to bed), I think I must've fallen asleep because I don't remember anything until I woke up. <br><br>I woke up because I felt someone grab my ankle, I looked down and saw some fingers wrapped around it but I couldn't see the rest of their body because it was dark and they were almost hiding under my bed out of sight anyway. At first I assumed it was my brother but I saw his fingers were much larger than my brothers and too big to be any member of my family. I tried to pull my leg away from whoever was grabbing it but they held on tighter (I remember it hurt), and they were pulling me towards the window. <br><br>I screamed my head off and in one motion I managed to pull my leg away from them, jump out of bed, shut my window and lock it and run out of my room and down the stairs to my parents room. I locked their door behind me and got into bed with them and told them my brother was trying to scare me or something stupid like that to avoid them looking into it. But looking back, they were probably scared to look into it and make it a big deal incase it actually was my brother. <br><br>The next morning at breakfast when my dad was getting ready for work he mentioned something about waking up to my scream but I just said it was a bad dream, he didn't believe me but just told me to be careful. <br><br>As I grew older I used to think back to that night and started to wonder if it was actually my brother or if I had just dreamt it. I don't exactly remember the night but as a child I used to have very vivid nightmares with weird scenarios and things like this. But thinking about it made me feel sick to my stomach. <br><br>When I was 18 I went away to university and on one of my visits back my parents were talking to me and my brother about old times at our old house and I decided to bring it up. I asked if he used to try and scare me and he said no and I told him what happened but my parents looked at each other like my dad wanted to say something but my mum was telling him not to. I asked them what was going on and my dad finally told me that he had woken up to me screaming that night and he looked out the window and saw a man standing by a tree, looking at the window I had just shut. He said he didn't think much of it at the time as we lived in a nice area and didn't think anyone in the neighborhood would be bad but now when he thinks back he wishes he had gone outside. A few days after that night my parents were talking to their neighbors who lived across the road from us (diagonally from my bedroom window) and they told them that they had seen 2 men looking into my room that night. <br><br>I don't know what their intentions were but thinking back on it makes me feel sick and my dad feels guilty for not reacting appropriately but at the time we had no reason to think anything like that would happen.