When I was around 12 years old, my friend Bobby's mother would not let him come over and spend the night. But she told him it was alright if I came over and spent the night. I was really in the mood for a sleepover, so I went ahead and did it...I woke up feeling thirstier than I could have ever imagined. Getting up, I stumbled out of bed and downstairs, while not turning on any light at all. When I walked into the kitchen, I turned on the light. Immediately, I saw a man, a huge man, at the far window. Actually, he was going through the window. He was half in and half out. And he was now looking right at me.I couldn't have waited too long, but it seemed like forever. I was terrified... But before the guy could get all the way through the window, I screamed and ran in the other direction and up the stairs back to Bobby's mother's room. I pounded on the door. Bobby had woken up, and he came into the hallway before his mom had opened the door.