Last summer, my parents moved to a new state. We had a townhouse in a mainly retired community. I was back from my first semester of college. I didn't know anyone so to entertain myself, I was trying to team myself basic programming. I was using the WiFi in the clubhouse when I noticed a guy around my age getting a sticker at the front desk. I introduced myself. His plaid shorts and striped shirt didn't match but he was cute in a rumpled nerdy way. The sticker was for his boat, so I offered to help him with it. We went down to the lake together and waded through the water. He was awkward but endearing. I was 19 and he was 20, he said it was nice having me there, we joked that everyone in the townhouses were over 60 or under 6 (grandkids). He invited me to go back home with him. I was hesitant, but accepted, we were neighbors and he seemed harmless. He told me about his single mom, who was working hard. I could tell she meant the world to him. Apparently, she was out taking an exam for her part-time classes. He talked about his cool, rebellious, older brother who he looked up to but was always stirring up trouble. I just sat on the couch and listened, petting his dog. He told me he had just finished an awesome show on Netflix - Bates Motel. He asked me if I'd seen it, I said no, but I had seen Psycho. He was excited to relive the series through me and we watched the first few episodes. I liked it, it was engrossing and suspenseful, even if it was a far cry from Hitchcock. Things got scary though when he turned to me and in a dead serious voice - told me he related to Norman Bates. Chills. The rebellious brother, a close relationship with his mother, his sweet, awkward manner... Needless to say, I suggested we get out of the house. My excuse - I wanted to see more of the town. But actually, I just didn't feel like getting brutally murdered.

(Note: Turns out he was a normal guy, just a little socially unaware. But it sure taught me to be more careful around strangers, even as an "adult")