This happened when I was 5 or 6, in a small suburban area in Dallas.
My mom had brought me and my older sister home from school and decided to let us run around outside. She sat down on our front porch and watched us, making sure we didn’t run into the street or attack each other. She happened to look down the street just as a man, a few houses down, sat in a lawn chair that was directly facing us. This wasn’t too weird at first, it was a warm day and people sat in their yards all the time, but he was staring right at my sister and I. His appearance didn’t really help ease my mother’s mind either. He was a big man, covered in hair and he had decided to sit out in just cut off jean shorts. Our mother called us in, not wanting to take any chances.