Okay, so I'm not sure how to put this story, it's not the worst but was some what creepy to me. Oh and excuse for my bad English.
I used to live in a mobile home area, next to us is an old rusty old home, at first I thought no one live there because it's so quite and dirty, there is no car in the garage. However, after a few nights after moving in, I could hear the loud noise of TV coming from that house, at the weekend, exactly at 2 a.m, a 1970 black mustang will pull over and someone would go inside the house, stay for a few minutes and drove off into the early mist.
One day, I was sweeping the yard and got a bit curious so I turn to look at the old house window just to realize that the guy inside the house is watching me (not sure for how long but, dude), he quickly pull the curtain and turn on the TV. From that day, every time I went out to wash the car or doing something outside, I swear to God I know that he was watching me from inside the house.
Two years later, me and papa was on the roof try to install the new TV dish with a little struggle. And then to my surprise, that creepy guy come out and asked us if he could help. This is the first time in 2 years, I could see his face. He was skinny (so fucking skinny that it seem like he can't even kill a fly) pale skin, middle-age but not much older than my papa. I locked my eyes death on him because this guy look a lot like Robert Knepper only he was skinnier and had longer hair. Funny, he also wear a baseball cap. Anyway, we let him help us and it work! I shake hand with him and ask his name, it was Jakob. He seem nice enough but still, his appearance creep me out for a obvious reason.
He died of heart attacked in October 2011. I woke up one day and see police cars swamp up the place, along with an ambulance. The black mustang is also there.