So I was sitting downstairs playing video games around 1 in the morning. My spouse is out of town and I'm home alone with my daughter. I realize I need to head to bed because I've been playing way too long. My PlayStation and tv are located next to a glass sliding door at the back of my house which faces several miles of red wood forest.
As I'm a couple a feet away from the PlayStation, approaching to turn it off, I hear shuffling in the leaves outside. As I turn to look out the door two bloody hands appear on the glass followed by an equally bloody face. I instantly die on the inside. My inner Jill Valentine goes into hiding and I do everything to avoid shitting my pants in the middle of the living room.
He reaches for the handle and the door opens. I always keep this door locked, but used it earlier in the day and hadnt locked it yet in my routine of locking the doors on the way to bed. I die again, but manage suppress my panic and get prepared for a drugged out homeless man to pull a knife on me.
Luckily that didnt happen and it was just a drunk who had been in a bad motorcycle accident. He got lost in the woods looking for a way to get away from the scene of the crime and my light was the first thing he saw through the dark forest.
I let him clean up in the sink and he ends up falling asleep sitting on my couch while I call the police and continue my video game. They end up arresting him for a DUI and let me know that they had been looking for him after the accident had been reported. They assumed he had been died and were looking for his body in the nearby woods.
So yeah a crazy/interesting night that upset me greatly. I'd thought that I would be better prepared for when a bloody zombie apocalypse happened, but in the first moments I froze up.