Bad Guy Scare

I've lived alone for about 2 years and love it. I got freaked out a few times at my Carrollton apartment, but I have always felt safe and wonderful here at this apartment.

Up until last night/this morning at 4 AM that is. I am ridiculously hard sleeper and can sleep though 7 or 8 alarms. But I woke up because I heard an intense jiggling at my front door. I laid frozen in my bed with my heart pounding and thoughts racing hoping it would stop, but it wouldn't. It seemed like this person was struggling to open my door for about 3-5 minutes. I got up the courage to put my glasses on and walked over to my door. Both locks were still locked, but I pushed the door back into the frame hoping that would send a message that someone was on the other side and leave me alone. After a few seconds of leaning on the door, I checked though the peep hole. I couldn't see anything, but could hear this person pacing around the breezeway. After about a minute of me trembling up against my door, I saw who I am assuming was the person trying to open my door walk by and exit the breezeway. It was a white guy with a white polo on and shorts.

I grabbed my phone and computer and went into my bathroom and shut the door. I looked up the number for my apartment complex to call the courtesy officer first. It took a while for me to get through pushing all the buttons. "If this is not an emergency, please call during normal hours, but if it is, leave a message for our courtesy officer after the tone." WTH. I left a message, and then looked up the number for the Frisco Police. I didn't feel justified to call 9-1-1, so I just called dispatch, and they sent a police officer out to the complex. I told them I didn't want the officer to come talk to me, because in my head I was thinking some dude was out there trying to break into people's apartments and he would figure out that my apartment was the one that called the cops. The Courtesy officer called me back, told me he was at work, and that he was going to get a police officer out to the building.

I talked to my mom for about 30 minutes after all this went down because I was so freaked out. Had someone been able to break into my apartment with me in, I would have had no way to protect myself. I still don't want to own a gun, but I was really wanting some mace or a tazer at that point!!! After thinking about what I could have done (after the fact of course) I guess I could have smashed him up the head with my kettle bell and ran to the nearest building to get help. ALL of the ladies in my breezeway are like 60-90 years old!

I turned my TV on and finally fell back asleep around 6 AM... with the TV, and my porch light on. I am hoping that all it was, was some drunk dude lost and trying to open the wrong door. I will for sure put my bat under my bed, and get some mace ASAP.