When I was 19, I was living alone with me and my Dad for the summer while I was home for college. He had to go out of town for a work for a whole week and I would have the house to myself. I live in a suburban neighborhood but I have a really long driveway which makes my house pretty secluded. Anyways, one night I had a couple friends over to drink some beers and just hang out. I didn't want to have a lot of people over because I recently just got an underage and was worried about getting caught. So as the night was winding down and everyone began to leave I went to my room to chill and go to sleep. About 10 minutes after everyone left I hear a knock on the door coming from downstairs. This was terrifying to me because all my friends just walk in when they come over. So I thought someone either left something here or it was the cops. I get up, and walk down the stairs and open the door and no one is there. I am kinda drunk and high at this point so I kinda just brush it off as me maybe just hearing things.I can't help but get a little worried and decide to turn on the outside light. I go upstairs and smoke another bowl and go to bed. Next thing I know I hear an extremely loud banging on my own door. Not the outside door, someone was pounding as hard as they could on my door, inside my house. I fall out of bed turn on the light and start pounding back on the door screaming its not fucking funny. I was to scarred at this point to open the door to see who was out there so I just yell that I'm calling the cops and that I have a gun (I don't). I am still kinda drunk at this point at like 4 am in the morning and decide to grab this empty glass bottle of rum and go out there and see who was fucking with me. At this point I just convinced it was one of my friends pranking me for some reason so I am not really that scarred for my safety. I open the door, turn on the hallway light, and nothing. I checked the whole upstairs and no one was there. Unless they went out my bathroom door and jumped off the roof which isn't that hard I have no idea how they could of left without me hearing. The stairs are extremely noisy and so is the door. As soon as I confirm that no one was upstairs I start freaking out about how I just called the cops, am home alone, underage and drunk, and that they aren't going to believe me. Within 10 minutes two cops cars roll down and I am already outside waiting for them. They treat me as if I was high on drugs but they make a report out of it. I still have no explanation to this day of what the fuck happened but I choose to believe it was a douchebag friend fucking with me and never told me about it cause he was to afraid of me being mad