We were painting hoppers and heard someone running towards us on the gravel. We could see the silloettes of 2 guys agianst the hoppers directly across from us. It was too late to run anywhere so we just waited to see what would befall us. The piont of this story is no one came except for an extremely cold gust of wind. That was the first and last time I painted that spot. Ghosts are probably the best way to keep anyone out of any yard.