Sounds like the guy was looking for a convenient unlocked apartment to steal things from.

Once in a lifetime thing: Years ago, I had a graphic arts business, and lived in an apartment on the 2nd floor. I often worked late; 3:00 - 4:00 am. Usually had the lights out, except for my studio. One night I heard a noise in the parking lot, and looked out, just out of curiosity. A guy was going from car to car, checking the doors. I was in a darkened room, windows opened (summer). On an impulse I took an automatic I kept in my desk drawer, snapped back the slide as loudly as I could, and for the first and only time in my life, actually yelled "FREEZE"! And that's just what he did. Then I couldn't think of what I should do next. I'm safe and sound in this upper floor window, and hadn't even bothered to put the clip in the gun. I wasn't going to go down there, worst case scenario would be I'd actually have to shoot the guy if he came at me. I had some cuffs; probably couldn't have located them if my life depended on it. The poor slob stood there for about 4 or 5 minutes with his hands in the air. Range was about 20 feet, I think he could tell how close I was from the sounds I'd made, and probably figured I could pick him off easily. After a few minutes of embarassing silence, he finally took off for the nearest shadows. I always laugh when I think about this one, and would like to meet up with the clown some day to find out what was going through his mind when he finally got up the guts to run for it. If he pissed his pants, he probably wouldn't admit it, though.

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