A few years ago, there were reports of active paedophiles 4 miles south of where I live. One day, it was just me (16 years old) and my brother, who was 10 still at home. We were watching TV upstairs and I heard a creak and then footsteps. Bear in mind that there really had been a paedo, I went to investigate. I called out, but nobody answered and the footsteps stopped. I told my brother not to move and stay quiet while I went to get a rounders bat from downstairs, and when I got back up guess what It had been? My dog.
When I was really in danger though? Me and a friend were walking along a footpath through a woods. There was a fork in the path and we picked left because the signs stopped. After about 5 minutes, this old woman came out of the trees behind us with a gun of some sort (we think it was an air rifle) and a massive dog and chased us until we jumped in a river and waded almost a mile downstream before going home and sheepishly explaining to my parents what had happened.
When I was really in danger though? Me and a friend were walking along a footpath through a woods. There was a fork in the path and we picked left because the signs stopped. After about 5 minutes, this old woman came out of the trees behind us with a gun of some sort (we think it was an air rifle) and a massive dog and chased us until we jumped in a river and waded almost a mile downstream before going home and sheepishly explaining to my parents what had happened.