[Lauren]

When I was about 10, my dad co-owned this ancient building that was being turned into a private nursery and my dad was there on a Sunday evening decorating. I asked to come along cos it was a huge building with toys and things in, so he agreed.

It's in the middle of nowhere with just a huge drive leading up to it, so it's completely silent.

I was in the reception playing with some toys when I looked to the door and there was a man coming down the drive, half running/limping/"jumping" but he was getting there really quick and before I knew what to do he was right at the door and started knocking on it and shouting and staring at me. He had blood all over him too and cuts on his head.

I literally just SCREAMED until my dad came to me and put me in this other room and told me to stay in there and I'd be safe. I was in there for about 15 mins and had heard nothing when suddenly there was struggling against my foot (I had my foot against the door so no-one could open it). I was in sheer panic and was holding my foot against the door as much as I could. In the panic I looked to the small window on the door and saw a mans face, and in my head thought it was the man trying to get in the door and he'd killed my dad or something... eventually my foot gave way and THANKFULLY it was my dad who burst through the door.

He said he'd calmed the man down, and we had to go in my dads van and drive him to the hospital.

Apparently the man was a paranoid-schizophrenic who had broke up with his wife about a week before and since then had been wandering around having fights and hurting himself and stuff.