He's inviting people off the street. "Come on in!" So the crowd will be so big no one will know who did what.

ETA: It's very quiet down there now. The music went off abruptly maybe an hour ago. I still hear him talking very quietly but I can't hear what about. I'm panicked about the night getting into the we'd hours and a possible break in by him and his friends. And even if they don't do anything tonight, they will likely try another night.

I'm sitting on my bed, too weak to manage a big suitcase if I could even get to it where it's sort of barricaded into the closet. I would have to get a taxi driver who would get it out of here and down stairs etc. I'll lose nearly everything.

I just want to pretend this isn't happening. If I call the police I might only get taken to the nearest psych ward. But that's better than being a murder victim. I'm afraid to go, and afraid to stay. I thought of maybe going to a motel just for the night but my relative said I should never come back here once I walk out the door. Not sure why. If I came during the day and a taxi driver was OK with being here just until I could pack some stuff. Oh no, a noise at my door. Oh no. Are they going to do something at midnight? On Saturday night, Sunday morning they started at about 1:40 am. It went on for about 45 minutes. Dear God. I'm so tired.