I used to live in an apartment that was over 100 years old by train tracks where a murder had taken place. I remember how one day when I was 8 I was in the garden(backyard) and had seen a man, he was wearing a red hoodie, had black hair, and some black sneakers and was coming out of the tracks. So, I had thought he was just walking through like everyone did, that was until he had come in the garden and walked to me. I had ran inside and up the stairs and had locked my apartment up. My parents had left for about 40 minutes to go and pick someone up. I was really scared because he had followed and was knocking on the door saying let me in, let's play at the train tracks. I had called my mom to ask her where she was and she had said she was on her way and said I should stop calling because I had called her 5 times. I went to my room and locked the door. I was looking through my window and when my parents had came in apparent he had left as if he was visiting someone. I never seen him again because I had moved and everything went back to normal.