I remember back when I lived in a rough part of town, we had just moved and needed a cheap place to rent until we could get a house...my husband worked nights and my daughter was only about 16 months old. Somebody would knock on my door every night after hubby went to work. It totally freaked me out. To this day, I still don't know who it was. I never answered the door or looked out the window. I was scared to. Whoever it was finally gave up but my husband didn't seem to care much either. I hope you get it taken care of so that you are able to get some rest.
