Terrified

Twice in the last 12 hours someone has tried to break into my house. While I am in it.

I have never been so instantly terrified in all my life.

Last night I was sitting at my desk working and I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was someone with their face pressed up against my sliding glass door, their whole body pushed up against the door, arms spread wide, peering in at me. I STARTED SCREAMING. Then the person ran to my front door and started trying to work the handle, then banging on the sliding glass door. The dog started going crazy, barking, growling, lunging at the glass. I ran for the door and although the deadbolt was on, the handle wasn't locked so I turned it and hid behind the door shaking and crying and screaming "Go Away!"

I'm so not even kidding. That really happened. And they did leave. I ran around the house and checked all of the locks on the windows and the screw lock on the slider and made sure they were bolted. I closed all the blinds so no one could see in and pulled the curtains shut.

Charlie asked to go outside to go potty a little while later and I told him to pee on the carpet. I seriously did not care. I was not opening that door. He held it until this morning.

I was too scared to call the police. I'm AFRAID of the police. I called my friend Vince and then my dad's wife saw my status update on Facebook a couple hours later and my dad called me right afterwards too.

About an hour ago I was sitting at the desk again, working, and I heard a noise on the porch. Then I saw my front door handle turning. TURNING. I started screaming again. The dog ran for the slider again, standing on the back of the couch, growling and howling. I have never been so grateful for that overly protective badly behaved dog! By the time I got to the door and tried to look out, they were gone.

I'm still shaking.

I think that my next door neighbors (I live in attached condos, with units on all sides of me, and above) are dealing drugs out of their unit. There is supposed to be an old lady that lives there, but I haven't seen her there in months. I think her son, and his girlfriend, or a couple other people are living in the unit illegally. I have noticed when I'm out walking the dog late at night that skeezy, skuzzy, rough looking people have been turning up on their front porch, knocking, the door opens, shuts and the person stands on the porch waiting.  One day we walked passed their door on the way to the car and a homeless looking person was laying on their front porch.

I'm afraid to call the police. We don't have a security company. Our complex is gated and is supposed to be secure. I'm afraid to leave my house. If I wasn't in here screaming my head off, would they have kept trying to get in? The wind is blowing really hard right now and it's making the front door creak and I can't stop staring at the handle. My only plan right now is to cal management and tell them what happened. I don't know what else to do. I'm afraid to leave my house or take the dog to the bathroom. I feel absolutely terrified.