User blog comment:ArcOfRuin/Real scary stories anyone?/@comment-26475800-20180224042524

When I was a child, my family went somewhere, don't remember where and it's not that important. What is important is when we came home it was already night. Now, I grew up in the mountains in Upstate New York, there was only an handful of people on my block, and we never locked the doors. Anyway, when we got home, I noticed someone in the garage as I walked passed. I stopped my mom from opening the door and told her what I saw. My dad, being a ex firefighter went into the house to check everything out, and took my brother with him, because my dad was blind. After a few minutes they came back out, my brother with his shotgun in his hand. They said the house was empty, but I know I saw something. It wasn't my reflection, because he turned his head while I was looking at him. I still have no idea who was in my garage.

It's not much of a story, which is why I've never written anything about it, but it freaked me out. Even to this day the idea of home invasion scares me.