@hyacinth003
That was a creepy experience, and I'm glad you moved.
In the 1980s we lived in a house on a hill on a private road with eight other houses. Our house was the third house up, and all the houses had an acre of land. The whole back yard area was bordered by a county park with lots of trees, and a barbed-wire fence separating the park from the homes.
In the back, my husband planted an orchard, and we had an area to park our travel trailer. It was a safe area where kids played with each other, going from home to home.
The back of our house was all glass with a wrap-around deck. we never felt a need to cover the windows at night, because the park was closed from the evening on, and the park ranger lived with his family in the park. His son was our older son's best friend.
One day, my husband had to get something out of our trailer, and he called me to come look.
Inside, several cans of food had been opened (green beans) with a knife, and a spoon was still inside one can. There was some mold floating in one can.
The bed in the back had been slept in, and the down comforter on top was dirty, with dirt.
Luckily, the toilet had not been used, but someone had slept and maybe lived in there for at least one night.
We realized the whole back of our house was like a fishbowl, which exposed our livingroom, diningroom. The back bedroom had drapes, which were closed at night.
We didn't have homeless in the mid 1980s, but a visiting friend told me that people do seek out isolated county parks if they are hiding out, on the move. It really gave me the chills.
From then on, we closed the blinds in the back, and kept our doors locked. It was a creepy feeling.
My husband kept wondering if it had been kids, but the opened cans of green beans, all jagged from the use of a knife, made me think it was a desperate, hungry person.
We were young, and this was more than 30 years ago. We sold that house about 5 years later, and we live about four miles away now. But I was just thinking about this the other day.