Last year there was some raging lunatic pounding on my door shouting at me to open it.He was of the african race and it scared the he!! out of me! I think he must have been a crack dealer or something the way he was screaming and had the wrong address.I was going to call the police if he started breaking down the door,but I figured by then it would be too late,so I just stood there like a frozen rabbit peeking out a tiny egde in my curtains.He finally left .Thank god hes never been back but I was very parenoid alone in the house for a long time after that.