I've never been a nervous sort of person. I don't get scared easily and have no problem walking home or to my car alone when it's dark. My story happened when I was about 17 and at my mother's house. My parents are divorced, and though it was a day I usually spent at my father's house, I was at my Mom's because her computer far outstripped my father's and I needed to do research for a paper. It was getting relatively late, and I didn't feel like driving out to my father's house, as he lived about half an hour away. My mother worked nights and wouldn't be home until around 8 in the morning, so I made dinner and took a break from my paper. The evening was normal, if not a little boring, for a bit, until I got up to go the bathroom.
The house is a ranch with large windows in most of the rooms--for an airy feel, I guess, as there are a lot of trees surrounding the house. This is a nice neighborhood, and though I was pretty vigilant about locking the doors, I never really worried about shutting the blinds. Either way, nature called and I went to use the bathroom, which separates two bedrooms of the house. My room had its own bathroom, but I decided to use the main one because it was closer. The wall of the bathroom is the back of the house; a small window allows you to look outside into the backyard. But as I walked in, just as I was reaching to turn the light on, I heard something. It wasn't very loud, and I don't know why I even thought it strange, but instinct just pulled me to the window. At first, I didn't see anything, but then, toward the other side of the house, something seemed to move. I figured it might just be a kid cutting through my yard to get to theirs because it is a bit shorter than using the sidewalk that winds around the houses, but at the same time, I was left uneasy. Something just didn't feel right.