I am completely weired out that someone was knocking on our front door at 3:45am. Cleo woke us up to a strangely gentle knocking on the front door. It was hard enough to hear but didn’t sound panicked or rushed or stressed or whatever. It was like a Morman would knock during the daylight hours. I tried to look out my bedroom window but the condensation made it difficult to see. At the time all I could think was “I wish I had a gun” and of course I realize that is a difficult thing for me to admit.
I realize that this could have been completely non-threatening but for the life of me I cannot understand who would do that. The knocker was travelling in a minivan but I didn’t have a good view of the vechile. I am completely baffled. No one I can think of would do that… someone I know would at least call me… and if it was an emergency they would have been screaming our names… this is just so strange. I wish I had called the cops last night. Next time I will.