"Scared, are you?"

It's a bit disconcerting when someone knocks on your front door at 1:15 a.m. in a place you've only recently begun to consider your home. 1:15 a.m., the very second after you've shut your bedroom door, meaning the knocker may have seen you pass the top of the stairwell. You know two things. 1) This is almost 100% likely to be someone you don't know -- meaning it's a complete stranger. 2) You should not be opening the door to a complete stranger at 1:15 a.m. You don't know why the person is knocking. You don't know what their intentions are. You don't know if they saw you walk by. Thus it's a bit disconcerting.

It's even more disturbing when you peel back one blind and peer out the window, and the person looks up at you. Your eyes meet. He's got glasses, sandy blonde hair. Looks normal. He had to have seen you right. But he knocks again...wierd.

You sit and listen. You wait. No more knocking. Your wife tells you that she thinks she heard a car start. You look out the window again. Boot prints leading up to the door, but not away. Did he go into the neigbors house? Still no more knocking.

You go to bed. After reading for awhile, you turn out the lights to go to sleep. Your wife is still scared. She decides to watch South Park.

3:15 -- "He's back!" You jump awake and hear the last few pounds on the door. It's 3:15. Should you look out the window and yell at the person. Should you get the phone to call the police. Why do you feel so scared? After all, "Burglars don't knock," your wife says. No more knocking.

You wake up the next morning. Your wife hasn't slept well. You slept like a baby. You always sleep like a baby. You're still a bit uneasy about the events from the night before. You figure it must have been someone for the neighbors. You decide that if it happens again maybe you'll call the police. Later that day, you buy a deadbolt...