This is a true story that happened to me. One day while coming home from school on the bus we noticed a guy walking down the road which happened to be the main highway before they put in the freeway. I guess he must have seen me get off the bus because a few minutes after I got home he came to the door and asked to use my phone because he had a flat tire. I put the phone out on the porch using its really long chord and shut the door.
A few minutes later while I was making ramen in the kitchen, he walked up behind me. I felt a little bit of pressure on my back and he said, “I have a knife at your back and you are going to do what I say.”
Now, being the teen I was, I wasn’t going to put up with that nonsense. I put my hand behind my back to see what he had and it was his finger. I told him, “That isn’t a knife, that’s your finger!” Then I started yelling at him.
He got mad and while turning around to leave said, “You’re just a whore. You invite me into your house and tell me to leave!” It was something along those lines. I was too scared and ticked off to remember exactly what he said.
The next day at school I do believe the creeper was my substitute teacher.
