Yes, not too long after my DH and I moved into our house. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, and a young girl (maybe 10 or 11) showed up on our front porch in sweats and "sock feet." She said her grandfather was "angry" at her for listening to the "wrong music," and she was scared. She asked us to call the police for her.
Well, we knew our neighbors across the street were, shall we say, odd. The man, in his 50s at the time, had tried to "recruit" us into a militia-type organization through leaving literature in our mail box, etc. So we told the youngster to come in and called 911 for her. While we were waiting for the sheriff to arrive, we tried to gently ask her about her grandfather. She told us he had guns in the house and he frightened her

. When the sheriff arrived, she asked me if I would walk out to the sheriff's car with her. I did, with both my DH and I keeping an eye on the neighbor's door.
We never heard what happened that particular day -- the sheriff took over in questioning the child and dismissed me -- but last year, the neighbor in question was arrested for child molestation. It turns out, in addition to the girl he was literally caught in the act of molesting, he had also abused at least one of his grandchildren. I felt so awful after hearing that, wishing I could have done more. I have no idea if the young girl who showed up on our porch that Thanksgiving weekend was one of his victims -- she never said anything to us in the brief time she was with us -- but the thought that something might have been done then to prevent the guy from hurting kids haunts me still.
