Bold And Barefoot
The house I grew up in for most of my childhood had three apartments. Two were big enough for a family of four to live in comfortably, and there was a tiny apartment in the basement with just one room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.
A couple who were in their 40s lived there, and they both seemed off right from the start. They were very withdrawn.
They never said hello or anything, never went outside or shopping—from what we could tell— and just gave off a very strange vibe, as if they were hiding something.
One day, my older sister and I came home and suddenly heard the running sound of bare feet coming down from the driveway. Before we knew it, the woman from the basement was running past us 100% in the buff.
Her assets were flying all over the place, and then she just stopped at a very busy street and stood there in a proud pose with her hands on her side and her head thrown back a bit.
We don’t know what she did after, since my sister quickly unlocked the door, so we could get inside and not be seen by anyone. They moved out shortly after that incident. Story credit: Reddit / (CMFT93)