A few months ago, we were awakened in the middle of the night by someone trying to get into our house. He had opened our gate, entered our backyard, and was vigorously trying the back doorknob. Then he wandered the backyard for a few moments, during which time my foolish husband flung the door open and shouted, "What are you doing in my yard?!" To which the guy smirked, "Leaving" and David bellowed, "Then do it!"
Eventually off he slunk, after repeated attempts to get into our house, the landlord's side of the house, and the back shed.
It was pretty creepy, because he tried to enter our house for about 10 minutes. But we thought it was probably a disoriented drunk who ended up in the wrong yard and meant no real harm.
Totally creepy, though?
It happened again. Last night. The same guy.
This time David again stormed downstairs, but didn't go outside - I'd hollered at him last time because this guy could be armed. But he shouted through our backdoor window. "I see you! Get off my porch!" But the guy just stared back at him and rattled the knob, then tried prying the door with his fingers. He slammed the screen multiple times, and didn't budge off the porch. This time I persuaded David to call 9-1-1, but he could barely make a police report over the racket this guy was making with the door. It's a little scary to be upstairs in your own home hearing someone try to break in.
The police arrived in about 5 minutes and went straight to our yard, but he'd left minuets before. He left the gate open, the screen door ajar, and even opened our laundry room door. But he didn't steal a bike, which is funny, because I am TRYING to get one piece of crap bike stolen. It's not locked up, but it's so ugly not even an intruder will steal it.
I'm a little annoyed at this point. Twice? What does this guy want? He's not a neighbor, so it's not like he came home to a similar-style house on his street, too drunk to get the address right. David got a good look at him and didn't recognize him.
For now I'm being a little more vigilant about setting the alarm, but if it happens again I'm going to stay up all night with my shotgun.*
* I don't own a shotgun. I'd shoot my eye out.