I've come to the conclusion that if were in a scary movie for teens, I'd be the first to die. I keep happily opening my door when I hear strange scratching sounds, late at night.

This time armed with a pair of scissors instead of a big ass kitchen knife, strange sounds go bump in the night once more.  First, I turn off the lights and look for silhouette the shape of a human.  Next, I use my camera to try and get a better angle through the bars on my window:

(You might have to turn the volume up to hear the constant scratching.)

Nothing.

Next, I stuff half of the scissors in my pocket and get the broom.

As always, only in Dominica.

(And no, this wasn't the first time something like this has ever happened.)