In any case, I have been thinking today, I submitted a police report the other day about the rude person at my door Friday, but I am still rather freaked out. Three times the doorbell has rung today, and only once did I actually open the door, for the mail man's package. That was the third bell ring, the first two were strange. I think I'm getting rather worked up about it all, but now that I am officially paranoid, random people coming by my house and ringing the doorbell is not helping. The first bell ring was two middle aged women with tuperware in their hands, hair in bun with clothing that reminisced the clothes the nuns used to wear at my high school. They had come out of a silver Prius, and after I saw them, and they unfortunately saw me, I just walked back up my stairs to the guest bedroom where I had been working on my projects. They didn't ring again, and they got in the back seats of their car. There were two other women, not like them it appeared driving them around. They didn't go to anyone else's house, just turned around in my neighbor's driveway and drove off. About an hour later, the second bell ringer came. It was a young guy, heavy set, light brown hair, brisley facial hair with a navy blue sweatshirt on that said some school's name on it. I didn't get a chance to read it, because as soon as I saw him, I thought for sure someone was casing my house for a home invasion. He only rang the bell once, I called the police. By the time they picked up they guy was walking away and they told me to call back if someone was actually trying to break in...they didn't even take down my name.
Now, who was this rude person Friday, and what happened? Well, it was seven o'clock in the evening, dark out since it's January, and the doorbell rang. I thought it weird, and my dogs were barking like the crazy munchkins that they are, and I walked out into the hallway from our family room. We have leaded glass on our front door, so he saw me, and since my outdoor lights were on, I saw him clearly. He was no one I new, no neighbor that I could recognize, and I saw no car at the end of the brick path up to our house. He was dark skinned with clean cut black curly hair, clean shaven and hazel eyes wearing a blue argyle sweater and collared shirt over blue jeans.He was over six feet tall, and lean with a wallet in hand. I peaked through the wreath on my door at him, looking him straight in the eyes and he waved at me as if I couldn't see him, gesturing for me to answer the door with both rude facial expressions and hand movements. My stomach was in my lap, I turned around and walked back down the hallway, making up my mind not to answer the door. I called Zach, and the dogs shortly stopped barking. When I poked my head back around the corner into the hallway, he was gone. I turned off all the lights downstairs to see if I could see him walking away, maybe to another house, but he was just gone. The next day, Zach and I realized someone had opened the latch to our backyard gate...it doesn't shut of its own accord, and Zach and I always shut it because of Max and Lana always taking advantage of escape routes.
Anyway, so maybe I'm being hyperparanoid, but anyone I've talked to tells me I was right to trust my gut and to never answer the door to someone I don't know, because they'll try all guises to get you to open your door. The latch to the gate is now locked, as are all the doors and windows. And, I'm jumpy. Other people tell us to get a gun, even specifying a shotgun...I guess it has a very distict sound that usually scares people off. Oh, the joys of a poor economy.
