*Insert dark monotone over my lioness voice~ only @PeepersMama will get it.Continue the story!!!! Ouch!

So I'm jogging away from the sound of footsteps. Adrenaline nearly gets the best of me and I'm tempted to charge the last mile to my driveway. Instead, I whirl around and face my follower.
It's a guy with a completely unkempt beard and wearing torn camo. I make an attempt at a smile, but he just stares back blankly. "Hello." is my attempt to evoke a word from him and prove his amicable sanity.
Eerie silence and more staring.
Things just got 100% creepier.
I put on a burst of speed, disappear around the corner, and run blindly down the road like a complete terrorized imbecile.
Guess who the guy was?
