Speaking of scarring encounters,
The occurrence of this ......event happened when I was still 17 years old.
I lived in a townhouse complex that had connected backyards separated by fences which were all along the outside of a big fire lane. The fence door to my backyard could be opened from the outside if you knew where the little metal lever was and most strangers would not have guessed easily.
One night I was downstairs watching tv right beside the window that faced the backyard (blinds closed thank god) when I hear the back gate open, I think nothing of it because my dad usually came home late and would enter through the back. I waited for him to knock on the sliding door for me to open it but I didn't hear a knock so I thought he might have parked in the fire lane to bring things inside and just left the gate open to make it easier. I waited about 4 minutes but I couldn't hear anything except for some footsteps, so being a little scared I go upstairs to my room which overlooks the entire backyard area including the fire lane and I peek through the blinds a little bit. I did not see a car nor did I see my dad, but there was some guy in black clothes and a hoodie with his face covered wandering around aimlessly. I get really nervous so I tell my sister who is in the same room as me "hey don't scream or anything but there is a strange man in our backyard walking around" she replies "what are you talking about it's probably dad" I say "no no no this is no one we know he is a stranger"...my idiot sister decides to rip open the blinds all the way and stares down at her worst fear, she freaks out and backs away as I shut the blinds again. I look down through the blinds and I notice he is touching his crotch so I keep watching to see what the hell he is doing and he looks up directly at me and whips his dick out and starts to stroke it!
I am pissed as hell by now and all fear has left me so I yell down to him "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR I'M COMING DOWN AND CUTTING YOUR DICK OFF!" he just stares blankly and keeps stroking, so I tell my mom and she's all calm about it and starts walking down there, I run down and start selecting the sharpest biggest knife I can find, what I would do with said knife I do not know. By the time I am ready to go cut this jerk I hear my mom say with her nasal voice "Can you please leave"...... UGH! I yell at her "mom what the fuck! I was going to stab him!" and I look out there only to see he had left.
My poor dad came home 10 minutes after the event and we tell him and he goes on a rampage trying to find this guy but he never found him.
We told the police and it was all fine after that until a few days later at BlueBadger's house, his dad told me at dinner that two days prior to the event the Hospital for the mentally ill in a nearby city shut down, so I am scarred for life. Ask Wazzy she lived a block away from me.
I am really glad I didn't have to hurt anyone, I just remember feeling so exposed and unsafe ugh.