A man started knocking on my wall, at 4 am.

This happened when I was living with my mother in laws, when I was 17, it must have been 10 years ago now.<br><br>I shared an apartment with her and my stepfather, and she had her own apartment too.<br><br>One night at around 4 am I woke up because someone was knocking on the wall between the two apartments. I thought it was a rat or something and tried to go back to sleep, but the knocking continued. I didn't dare to get up and see who it was, because it was very late and I was alone in the apartment with my stepfather who was sleeping.<br><br>I decided to call the police, because I was so scared, and I was a young girl alone with a sleeping man in his apartment, who was also my stepfather.<br><br>When the police arrived, I explained the situation to them. They didn't know what to do, because they didn't know if it was my stepfather who was knocking on the wall or not.<br><br>So one of the police officers knocked on the wall between the apartments, to check if it was my stepfather. My stepfather answered the door and was like "what the fuck?" and the police officers explained that someone had been knocking on the wall, and they wanted to check if it was him or not.<br><br>He was very surprised and said "who is knocking on the wall?" and the police officer answered "I don't know" and my stepfather said "ok, it must be my neighbor" and the police officers asked him to check and he said "oh, it's you" and he hung up the phone.<br><br>I asked the police officers what they were going to do, and they told me that they were going to knock again, to see if it would continue. I asked them to let me watch, but they told me to go back to sleep.<br><br>They knocked again on the wall, and I could hear someone knocking again. The police officers asked me to call 911 again and tell them what was going on.<br><br>The police officers came closer to my room and I could hear them talking to each other, they were whispering and talking about what they were going to do.<br><br>The police officers called the guy's number and asked him to come down to the lobby. They told him to come out of the building and put his hands up, and he did that.<br><br>The police officers asked me if I wanted to come down and see what was going on, but I didn't want to. I asked them if they knew who the guy was, and they told me that he was a strange guy who was living in the building for a few months.<br><br>The police officers came back to my room and told me that they had checked his ID and it was not my stepfather, it was a completely different guy. He had no ID on him, and the only thing he had on him was a cell phone.<br><br>The police officers took him away and told me that he was a sex offender and that he had been living in the building for a few months. They also told me that they would increase the security around my apartment.<br><br>I asked them what they thought he was doing there, and they told me that he was probably watching me, because he was a sex offender and he lived in the building with my stepfather. They also told me that they would ask my stepfather if he knew anything about the guy.<br><br>A few days later, I got a call from my stepfather, telling me that he knew the guy and that he was a sex offender. He told me that he had met him at a bar a few months ago, and he was a strange guy. He told me that he didn't know why he was knocking on my wall, but that he would talk to the police officers and ask them what they had found out about the guy. He also told me that he would come home and check if everything was ok.<br><br>The next day, I got a visit from the police officers, they told me that the guy's real name was not known, and that he had been living in the building for a few months. He had no ID on him, and they didn't know anything about him.<br><br>The police officers asked me to come down to the station to look at his pictures, but I didn't want to. I told them that I didn't want to see his pictures, because I was scared and I didn't want to see his face.<br><br>A few weeks later, I got a call from the police officers, they told me that they had found out his real name, but that they couldn't tell me what it was, because he was a sex offender and they didn't want to put him in danger. They told me that they had found out that he had been living in the building for a few months, and that he had been knocking on the walls of all the apartments in the building. They told me that they had asked all the neighbors if they knew him, and that none of them knew him.<br><br>I asked them what they were going to do with him, and they told me that they didn't know, because he was a sex offender and they couldn't do anything with him. They told me that they would ask me to come down to the station and testify against him, but I didn't want to.<br><br>A few months later, I got a call from my stepfather, telling me that he had talked to the police officers and they had told him that they had arrested the guy and that he was in jail. He told me that they had asked me to come down to the station and testify against him, but that I had refused.<br><br>I asked him if he knew what was going on with the guy, and he told me that he didn't know, but that he would ask him. He told me that he would come home and check if everything was ok.<br><br>I never heard from the police officers or my stepfather again, and I never knew what happened to the guy. But I was glad that he was arrested and that I was safe.<br><br>This was a very scary experience for me, and I'm glad that the police officers were there to help me. I'm also glad that I was safe and that I didn't have to deal with the guy anymore.<br><br>I never forgot about this incident, and I always remember what happened that night. I'm glad that I was able to share my story with you, and I hope that you never have to go through something like this.