wild imagination...?

So it's very late right now but I can't sleep because a little after midnight someone knocked, very loudly on our front door! Gar was out and I just froze. I was up studying and my mind tried to be logical before freaking out so I thought it was probably Gar's friend and wife who live in our complex. I texted him and said he better tell me the truth if it was him or not because I was freaked out. He said it wasn't. 

Instantly freaking out a little. I asked them to look out the window (they're apt faces ours) see if they could see anything, they couldn't. So as horrible as I felt about it, I woke Gar up. He had kind of heard it in his sleep anyway so when I woke him up he was awake pretty quick. We were both totally freaked out. After making sure everything was locked and closed and looking out several windows to see if we could see anything. We decided to try to go to bed. 

He's out now. And I still can't sleep. Just as well I guess, since I have a big test tomorrow I need to study for. But It's hard to concentrate now. 

I keep telling myself it was probably nothing, maybe just a wrong door or something, but my crazy imagination keeps scaring me. We are sleeping with the closet light on because I'm such a scaredy cat. 

I think it might have something to do with the fact that I had a few freaky things happen to me and neighbors in college apts when I lived with roomates and it totally reminded me of that. 

Yes, people, even in little Provo, freaky things happen. 

I just wish I could calm down enough to go to sleep. :(