Around 820p a knock came to my front door. I hesitated and instead went to look out the bedroom window. I saw a car I didn’t recognize in my driveway and a young man leaving my front porch … we was visibility and verbally upset that no one answered. A little shaken, I went back to bed.
About 20 minutes later … another knock on the front door. This time, a little harder and a little longer. Again, too anxious to go to the door, I went to the window. Same car, same guy. This time he left my driveway … no headlights on and drove down to the dead end and sat there in his car for a few minutes. As for me … I sat at the window waiting for him to come back … all night.
I’m afraid I have become jaded. Back in the day when someone knocked on your door, they likely needed to borrow sugar or they wanted you to come out and play! 830 at night … I don;t think this kid wanted to bake some cookies or wanted to play some catch.
Perhaps I’ve watched too much tv … or this is just reality now. Being scared in your own home is not fair. Could it have just been a wrong address and it’s over? Overreacting?