That gave me the creeps...
Reminded me of when we (Sister, brother and I) were kids. My mom worked nights and we had the fortress to ourselves. One night, of all nights us watching the Exorcist on cable, my sister screams.
I nearly crap and jump up, look at the door and through the window, see the outer door singing shut. My brother runs to it and holds, not knowing the guy was going the other way. Some guy was staring in at us when my sister saw him.
My mother came home and it never came to anything, just us scared witless. Oddly back then there really was not much to fear it seemed. As kid's we roamed endlessly, everywhere and had no fear. Summer nights we were out. Even after that.
It seemed the whole town was crawling with our neighbors and no one feared a damned thing. I can't imagine allowing my daughter that same kind of freedom without being worried about her.