I was in the back of the house after dark tonite, cleaning up my bedroom, when I heard my front door open. Since I was not expecting anyone to be here at that time, I went down the hall to see what was up. There, standing in my foyer, was a man I had never seen before.
He seemed disoriented and out of it. I have been thinking about it, and I think perhaps he was high. I said "Who are you?" and he said "I think I have the wrong house." I said "Yes, you do. Get out, please." And he turned and walked out.
I locked the door and got the license number of his car as he drove away. Ugh!