Despite being urbanites, The Targo and I are still kinda chicken. Okay, I'm chicken. The Targo is a brave and fierce mighty man. *Grunt*
Around 11:00 last night, The Targo hurried into our room and asked me to turn off the radio.
The Targo: "Do you hear that?"
Me (who is deaf as a post because of this ear/sinus infection): "What?"
*listening... rustling from downstairs*
Me: "Yeah... what is that?"
The unit downstairs has been vacant for almost a month, so we're not used to these noises.
The Targo went outside to look around and check the rear door of our building - the one that leads to our common, enclosed back porch/storage area. He didn't see or hear anything, so he came back inside. We then heard rustling around on our back porch and he called the police.
As the two officers came up to our house, The Targo tried to intercept them before they rang the doorbell and woke up the poorly sleeping baby. I think he's lucky they didn't draw their weapons.
They were only kinda rude. And the bottom line is that no one was in our house. It was probably a squirrel. But man, for that moment, we were like little kids at a slumber party, listening to the ghost stories, and really believing them.