Somebody rung my doorbell at 6.30am! Why??

[ThatsSoFetch]

I live on my own with my 2 children - 4 and 9 - and not in the nicest neighbourhood but honestly we have never had any problems. This morning though at 6.30am somebody rung my doorbell!

I went downstairs, peeped through the peephole and saw there was a person stood there but couldn't make out a face as it was dark. I asked through the door several times 'Who is it?' Very loudly I might add! And got no reply.

So I ran upstairs to get my phone - in case I needed to call the police - ran back to front door and proceeded to ask who they were again. Still no answer. So ran to my living room (3 storey house so this is upstairs) to look out the window to watch someone leaving but nobody left so they must have left the front door before I physically had eyes on it - window is locked so took a few seconds longer to locate the key.

I don't need to ask the question of if any of you would have opened the door as I'm fairly sure you would have all not opened it either but - I thought should I ring the police anyway on the non urgent line just to mention it? Bearing in mind I couldn't tell them anything about who it was.

Equally pretty worried about the house - we have motorbikes in the garage and it's that time of year isn't it!!!!

Helena :s what the hell has this got to shift work?

Why do people always add random imaginary situations in?

Burglars DO ring doorbells.
They think a house looks unoccupied and ring the bell to check they are right. If someone answers they ask something "Is this number 15/does Joan live here'.

Some burglars did this to me (after I had been burgled 6 weeks earlier) and the policeman friend visiting ran after them- they scarpered.

Luckily I live in Real Street in Real Town and nowhere near Mumsnetsville where posties ring at whatever time they like so they can still knock off early.....

I've numerous people ring my doorbell in various houses (all not very nice areas).

The first time it was a young girl who'd been raped at a house party a few doors down and wanted me to call the police for her. She was on the phone to her mother who told her to go to the first house she saw with lights on which happened to be mine. I made her a strong cup of tea, offered her a fag and rang the police.

The second notable time it was an alcoholic who lived in the flat above the shop next door. He had the wrong door. He rang a few times over the next few weeks as he became convinced his ex-wife lived with me. I had to call the police about him as he took to standing in the middle of the road outside my house staring at the front door.

The other times it was people looking for their drug dealer and getting the wrong house.

I always answer the door because I still remember the first time it happened and thank God that young girl found my house and not a house where she might have been raped again and also because out of my family I am the one people would come to if they were in trouble but I don't blame OP for not answering the door.