Shortly after three in the morning, I woke to a strange scraping sound outside my bedroom window. Since my husband’s death two years earlier, I had lived alone, but I had never felt so frightened. I immediately called the police, only for the dispatcher to ask whether I had already contacted them. Someone had called fifteen minutes earlier, using my full name and address, reporting the exact same disturbance. Even more terrifying, the call appeared to have come from inside my ho…Continue Reading