I was sick with the flu and bedridden, or more accurately, couch ridden. My husband was away on business and I was home with my 14 year old daughter and my 12 year old son.
It was about 9:30 pm when the doorbell rings. I tell my kids to ignore it and keep laying on the couch. It rings again. Whoever it is can come back tomorrow. Then came a knock, followed by another doorbell ring. This person must have rang the bell and knocked for at least 10 to 15 minutes.
Finally I had it and drag myself off the couch. I opened the door and there was a shorter man of little stature. He was clean shaven and dressed in all black. In front of him he had lined up a whole set of tools on a towel, which I assume were lockpicks. He was shocked when I opened the door and apologized. He said he must have had the wrong house. He gathered up his tools and got in his white van and left. I reported it to the police but I don’t know if they ever got him.