I was between 16 and 19 years old; my bedroom was on the ground floor at the front of my parents’ isolated home. I can't remember how late it was but it was definitely pitch black outside and, unbeknown to me, my curtains weren't quite closed in the middle. I was getting undressed and was wearing one of those skin-tight bodies that fastened between the legs with press studs that were really difficult to undo.So, there I was, in the centre of the floor, legs spreadeagled, grappling with the fastenings of the body and otherwise naked. Halfway through the difficult and somewhat painful task I took a split-second breather, looked up, directly into the eyes of a man watching me from outside. I screamed and moved - he bolted - and as it was black outside, I couldn't identify the man, although I could tell he was quite young.My parents called the police, who tried to track him with dogs. The dogs lost his scent at the waterway that ran near the house. I do have my suspicions as we lived in a very remote area, with only one nearish neighbour who happened to have two teenage boys of a similar age to me.Needless to say, I became obsessed with ensuring that my curtains were completely closed after that.