Home alone and the creepy man who knew my name

I was a teenager, maybe 15 or 16 at the time (this was in the early 2000s) and was home alone for the weekend, my parents had gone out of town but I had school commitments so didn’t go with them. I was pretty comfortable being home alone, I knew how to look after myself and there were neighbours nearby if I needed them. <br><br>It was a Saturday morning and I was hanging around the house in my pajamas. It wasn’t a hot day, but it was sunny, and I had the back door open with the screen door closed as I often did. I didn’t have aircon or a fan so it was a little warm so it helped to have the door open even a little. <br><br>I was sitting on the couch watching some TV and minding my own business when I hear a knock on the screen door. I’m surprised, I wasn’t expecting anyone and I don’t get many visitors. I shout out from the couch to see if it’s for me or if they are at the wrong house. <br><br>“Hi, is your mum home?” A male voice that I didn’t recognise, and he sounded kind of young. <br><br>I can’t see the guy and he can’t see me through the door, but I’m a bit concerned because this felt weird and I don’t know who it is. I decide to go and see if I can find out what he wanted and opened the screen door and stepped outside. <br><br>The guy at the door was probably around 19 or 20, a bit taller than me but not as muscular. He had short brown hair and blue eyes, his teeth were a bit yellow and he had acne marks on his cheeks. He was grinning and seemed quite excited. When he saw me, his grin got even bigger. <br><br>“Hey you must be Natalie”. He said. <br><br>I was shocked. How did he know my name and who was he? I didn’t really know what to say and just stood there. <br><br>“Yeah that’s me” I mumbled. <br><br>This guy was now asking me a million questions, where I went to school, how old I was, what I liked to do for fun, where I hung out, things like that. I was completely weirded out and although I didn’t really know what to do, I thought I should probably just go back inside. <br><br>“Thanks for chatting, but I’m gonna go now, bye”. I said. <br><br>As I turned around to go back inside the house, he grabbed my arm and started squeezing it, I yelped in pain and tried to push him away. I was really scared and was trying not to panic, I didn’t know what to do so again I did the only thing I could think of which was to open the screen door and go back inside the house. I slammed the screen door shut and locked it, and shut the back door behind me and locked that too. I waited to see if he would do anything else, but he just stood there grinning at me through the door. <br><br>I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to leave him out the back but I didn’t want to go past him either. I could see the front door from where I was and I could also see the path to the front door from the side of the house. So I waited and watched and once he left the back door, and walked down the path to the front door, I made a run for it. I bolted out the back, locked the screen door behind me and ran down the side of the house and inside the front door before he could get to me. <br><br>I was really shaken up and was crying and trembling. I called my neighbour who came over and stayed with me and called my parents. <br><br>I never saw him again but I was always on edge after that. I don’t know if he was planning on doing anything to me that day, but he was definitely planning on doing something. <br><br>Creepy guy, I don’t think we have met before that day but lets not meet again.