So I have sort of an odd story. Friday night I crashed early, probably about 10pm or so. I had had a pretty full day, so I was worn out, and I got into one of those deeeep sleeps. Well, about 1:30am I hear my dog barking outside like she's chasing something. I thought maybe it was the neighbor's dogs running free again (they almost killed my cat last time they got loose). I get out of bed and put on my jeans and am headed for the Mini-14 when I hear the doorbell ring. I open the door and there is some cracked-out lookin white guy standing there. I say, "Uhh...can I help you?" "Does [my mom] live here?" "Who's asking?" "[insert name]" "What do you want?" "Well my truck's out of gas, I was wondering if you could spare a little gas if you have some." "Uhh..yea, in the garage." So as I walk downstairs, I notice his truck is in the driveway. Keep in mind that it's 1:30am and I live WAY off the beaten path. You have to either be really lost or know where you're going to get here. Something tells me this guy is up to no good. Anyway, I gave him about a half gallon of pre-mix lawnmower fuel, and he thanks me and leaves. The next day I tell mom and dad about what happened, and apparently, this guy goes around and begs money off of people. He must have used the "out of gas" as a cover story since I answered the door and not one of my parents. So that was creepy as fukk and now we keep the guns loaded and the doors locked.