It was a few months ago, in summer, that this experience took place. I couldn't sleep that night and when the sun came up at four in the morning, I ended up looking for birds out of my window. I was looking in the sky, mostly, but I can see the ground as well.
The footpath is at the back, behind a grassy patch, and in front of that grassy patch is my gravel driveway. Behind everything is a large hedge, that obscures everything from view. The only way through is a small gap. There aren't any other ways.
So I'm looking for these birds, when I notice this man striding towards the house. He had a blue hoodie on and had a pack of golf clubs on his back (Which is weird, as we don't live near a golf pitch). My immediate thought was, "Oh my god, he's going to smash into my house." I was thinking he was a burglar or something. I watched him getting closer and closer.
I drew the curtains and I could hear him come onto my drive, the crunching underneath his feet. So, I quickly got out of bed and ran to my friends room, who was staying the night. I woke her up and was explaining what I had just seen. She was reluctant to look out the window, so I did. There was no-one there. I checked down the street, both sides and there was no-one.
It wasn't my neighbour, or someone visiting the neighbour's, because I asked them. There's only one house he could've been visiting and he didn't. There was no way he could've come onto my driveway, turned and disappeared from sight in the little time between me seeing him out of my window and then looking out of the other window.