I wasn't going to post this story bust since it seems only appropriate that it's apparently neighbor day, I'll indulge. The most terrifying thing happened last night when I was home alone. My husband was at work and it was about 9:00pm. I decided to take a shower. When I was in the shower I swore I thought I heard someone whistling. It sounded so close that it could have been right outside my bathroom. I swung open the curtain and no one was there and my cat was sitting calmly so I just brushed it off. I finished up my shower and as soon as I turned the water off, someone was knocking in my door. Mind you, we don't ever have people over and I live in a neighborhood where crazy homeless people walk around regularly at night. So needless to say, this freaked me the F out. I stepped out of the shower quietly so as not to alert whoever it was that I was actually home. Although the bathroom is literally right next to the door so im sure they could hear everything. I quickly walked into the living room where my phone is and the knocking turned into pounding. I'm shaking, crying and hyperventilating at this point, still dripping wet and in a towel. When the pounding continued, I made the quick decision to call 911. I told the dispatcher what was happening and after a little bit of her not really taking me seriously, she says she will send an officer. Door pounding continues.

Downstairs there is a coffee shop so I frantically found the number hoping the owner was still there and could come up and save me. No one answers. I then call my husband at work and choking through frantic tears, tell him what is going on. Pounding continues. It's been at least 10 minutes now. He hangs up with me to call the coffee shop guy himself. No police yet. Then I get a call from and unknown number and answer. It's the coffee shop guy. I asked still through tears "Were you knocking on my door?" He says YES!! it was him the whole time!! Apparently there was water leaking from his ceiling and he was trying to get my attention to turn it off. He literally pounded on my door for 15 minutes!! Who does that.?? I started screaming at him that he scared the shit out of me and I'd already called the cops. He tried to apologize but I hung up on him. I was so upset I must have cried until my husband got home. Then, two hours later the cops showed up. What would have happened if it were a real emergency?? Anyway, my husband went down to the coffee shop this morning and the guy profusely apologized. Still annoyed. I had nightmares all night about people breaking in. The pregnancy hormones haven't helped either.