Wow, I really sympathize with your situation.
I lived in an apartment by myself in a large complex on the ground floor - it was nice because it was on the lawn where my dog and cat could look out the veranda screen and watch the squirrels, chipmuncks, birdies, and other pets in the complex.
One night, my little dog Bernadette (who has no idea how small she is - she used to beat up on a Samoyed we lived with who was about 8x larger than she was) went bonko and barked and barked like she was going to lose it. I got up, wandered around the apartment, didn’t see anything, and went back to bed. Half an hour later, I was kind of asleep, but saw someone outside my bedroom window - silhouetted behind the blinds.
Somehow, I remianed calm and said - I have a gun, I am calling the police. Perp fled. I left notes for everyone around the complex to let them know what happened. I called the police, they interviewed me, and I recalled I had seen someone in the yeard that night while walking Bernie just standing by a tree, not doing anything. Bernie had growled at him - not like her at all. She’s such a whore, she wags her tail at everyone.
Luckily, the folks who lived across the hall from me were a great couple I was acquainted with. The gent was a cop. He brought home night vision goggles and his gun and waited up that night. Nothing happened that night, but a few nights later, I saw the same guy in the complex yard again as i was walking Bernie. Agaion, she was growling like all hell. I told Jodi, the gal next door, and foolishly if not bravely, she screamed at him and started chasing him. Al ran to get his stuff, and Jodi and I chased this guy and he ran off.
We called the police, and again, they said there wasn’t anything they could do unless they caught him in the act.
Turns out the complex had a problem with a fellow in the complex next to us who would peek thorugh windows and stalk folks. They never alerted me or anyone, even when I complained. The police told me. I confronted the complex, they told me yes, it had happened, but they didn’t “think” it was the same guy. Whatever.
After that, I slept with the windows all closed, bought some fans, and listened to Bernie when she would bark inthe middle of the night. She always got treats afterwards.
Took me a while to feel safe again, but eventually I did. I kept a knife in my room (I never had a gun), pepper spray next to my bed, a phone next to my bed and learned to sleep well again.
My thoughts are with you. Hopefully it will resolve peacefully, with no further trauma.
Respectfully,
Inky