If Kevin McCallister taught us anything, it's that being Home Alone is an activity only fitting for the brave and ready. All it takes to transform restful alone time into the makings of a horror movie plot is a disconcerting sound or a suspicious shadow through the window, and sadly, those are not as rare as we'd hope they are.
Still, there is something perversely comforting about reading other people's scary stories as a form of vicarious preparation. Maybe, just maybe, if we all watch enough true crime and read enough anecdotes we can innoculate ourselves against danger (or in the very least - get better about spotting red flags).
"This happened to my mom: She grew up in Wichita, Kansas while the BTK serial killer was active. The house of one of his first victims was down her block. But one day she was home with her brother, she was upstairs in her room and he was downstairs. Apparently he heard a noise in the backyard moments before the power cut out (this was one of the key things that BTK did before entering the home). She just knew the power went out then heard her brother scream and yelled for her to run away. She hopped out her window and sprinted barefoot to a Pizza Hut a couple blocks away. She called the police who went to the house but didn’t find anything and everything turned out fine."