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Ever have one of those nights where you just can't drop off?
And then, finally, at 2am, you somehow pass out, but then are awoken at 3am by a strange knocking at your door?
And because you're so tired you say, "screw it," with the intention to ignore?
And then the knock comes again, only it's harder and more insistant this time, and you start to maybe freak out a little, because your apartment is in the furthest corner of your complex and it's entryway is totally out of sight of the street and you know damn well that no one has any business knocking on your door at 3am.
So you decide maybe you'd better call 911, because this isn't looking too good; you're a single female and not prone to paranoia, but there have been cases where someone got their door busted down in the middle of the night and raped about a mile away.
Anyway, you start to head to get the phone and all the sudden your apartment is illuminated because whomever is out there is shining a powerful flashlight through the peephole in your front door.
So you get the 911 operator on the line and give him your info and say "I'd like to report suspicious prowling activity." And the 911 operator does some asking, and then tells you that this isn't the first call they've gotten about a prowler at your building, and police are on the way.
Then, after checking with someone, the 911 op asks you to go to your door and open it. You do. There's a cop outside your door who was just knocking on it 2 minutes ago.
The cop tells you some drunk guest of one of your downstairs neighbors' was lost and trying to get into other apartments than where he shoulda been.
And then you try to go back to sleep, knowing the alarm clock is going to go off in 90 minutes.
Sucks.
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