I feel I'm being watched, and there he is-a big person dressed all in black, watching me across the street in front of my house.
He's coming, and I'm all alone, no close neighbors. He's slowly coming my way. He's in my yard, too close. He walks unsteadily on his feet. What's he doing here, and what's he going to do to me I have no help.
He's coming, coming closer.