This series of coincidences:
“When I was 12, my parents went out for dinner and left me home alone. We lived out in the country on a private road with only three other houses, surrounded by cow fields and wooded areas.
I went into the the kitchen and glanced out the window towards the trees and, in the fading light, I could see a person walking slowly through the woods. They were wearing all black, moving slow, and appeared to pause behind trees. I froze and just watched them. This was before cell phones but I suddenly remembered that my mom had left the number of the restaurant by the living room phone. I made my way towards the living room, trying to watch this stranger in the woods.
Just as I entered the living room, all the lights in the entire house went out. By this time, it was nearly dark outside. I started openly sobbing as I heard a weird, ‘boom’-like noise. That was it, I ran to my parents room, hid under their bed, and sobbed. That’s where my mom found me hours later.
Well, turns out the ‘stranger’ in the woods was actually just a stupid cow that had busted through a fence, the lights going out was from an accident a few miles away, and the ‘boom’ was the pilot light in the gas stove. Man, I have still never been that scared in my life, though!”