I was telling her about how I discovered this thread recently and told her some of the stories I've read. She decided to tell me one of her own, which just creeps me the hell out.
When she was 15, she was living in Florida.
Her parents (my grandparents) never had much money, so they were living in a slightly run down apartment with barely any air conditioning in the brutal heat of Florida.
Bugs were a normal occurrence in her house - spiders, mosquitoes, the occasional cockroach.
She was on the bottom floor of this apartment building, so instead of having a balcony, she had a sort of porch like area with sliding glass doors to a grassy area.
Keep in mind this area was not fenced, and was pretty easy to access.
My mother was sleeping one night in her bed when she awoke to something crawling up her leg. Thinking it was a cockroach, she casually (I would've freaked) went to go brush it off her leg.
But once she touched her leg, she realized it wasn't a bug - it was fingers.
She looked up to see a man staring down at her, probably late 50s, stroking her legs up and down while breathing heavily.
She probably stared at him for a good 15 seconds without saying a word before he bolted. My mom grabbed a pair of scissors she had by her bedside and slowly walked out into the hallway.
Once the coast was clear, she stared down the hallway into the living room to notice the balcony sliding glass door was wide open, a gentle breeze blowing through the curtains.
Obviously, she went to the police the next day.
There wasn't much she could do considering she only had a facial description to go off of,
but they did a composite sketch and released it within her neighbourhood to make sure people would look out for him.
A few months go by and once her paranoia was settled, she almost forgot about the whole ordeal. She had been walking down a little strip of stores that she frequented often.
In between each store were tiny alleyways that would lead to a back street she usually took home in order to avoid walking on busy streets at night.
Although it was day, she decided for the back route anyways as it was also faster.
She was walking quickly so she didn't notice that there was a person coming from the left of her.
She ran into him accidentally but before she could pull away to apologize, the man grabbed her and pinned her against the wall.
She looked straight into his eyes and realized that he was also the same man who broke into her house.
Immediately she began kicking and screaming and quickly forced herself out of his grip, and she told me she had never ran faster in her entire life.
I'm almost certain he probably had his eye on her for longer than she suspected, but thankfully they never met again.
She moved that summer to a different apartment building, but I could only imagine how creeped out she must've felt.