OK, I was just sitting here at the computer and the doorbell started ringing. I'm asking myself, who in the heck is here at 11 at night. All DH's friends know he's in bed. So I go to the door and put the chain on, for safety, and when I open the door, nobody is there.
I scanned the street and didn't see anyone. There are no cars on the street except for the neighbors. The only not scary thing I can think of is that some punk kids are playing ding dong ditch. That's never happened though in the three years in my house. My husbands truck isn't locked either and I'm not about to go out there. I wish I still had my 9 millimeter.