Strange Happenings

Around 11:20 or so this evening someone knocked on my door, twice. By the time I had went down to investigate, the perp was gone. Then, around 1am on the dot, as I'm getting ready to go to my bedroom, my doorbell rings, twice. It's too late for anyone who I would possibly consider looking for and frankly, I always feel vulnerable in my pjs (I dunno why either) so I ran to throw on more clothes. That probably didn't take 30 seconds. As I'm heading down the stairs to see who it was that time, I hear the dogs start to freak out. My Butch (the neighbor dog I claim) was outside, and he RARELY barks, never at anyone he knows unless he wants them to hurry up. This discouraged my going down to investigate mentality. Instead I called my mommy. She just basically told me I was being silly and suggested if I'm really scared to go put one of the kitchen chairs under the doorknob. I tried, but my chairbacks I guess, are made funny because they aren't tall enough to wedge under there. So, I just pushed it as close as I could and hoped the rug would catch it. I'll probably be sleeping at the top of my stairs tonight. I'm such a baby.