That is pretty spoopy yeah. It's a shame they didn't answer you.
As for me>deliver pizza>hate my job. Often work into the early AM>have to deliver pizza to shitty neighborhood>the house I have to deliver to has it's driveway taken up by another car>the headlights are on, the driver's side door is open>car is empty>spooked>park in distant driveway to unfinished home>calm my nerves, stop being a pussy>go to deliver pizza despite weirdness>house is surrounded by tall wooden gate, can't see over it>inside the door closes behind me heavily, the front porch has a carousel of porcelain dolls and old baseball memorabilia>the fuck>deliver pizza, guy is high. Tell him his car is on and unlocked>go back to the wooden gate. Door won't open. Freak out and panic>when it does I book it
At the time I felt like I was going to piss myself. People having junky porches isn't too weird for my town though, everybody's an old pack rat. It's either car parts, dolls, milk crates, or plants.