I suppose I should post am update since the ending of the story is pretty good.
One night I heard foot steps out in the street so I ripped open the blinds and then relaxed because I thought it was just some woman walking on the other side of the street. At that moment though, the person turned directly towards my house, and I saw it was actually a man. He stepped on my lawn, leaned in and said "I hope you have a good night baby" in a voice that sounded like Michael Jackson in the later years of his life. I called the cops then and told them the whole story but they didn't look for him that night.
A few nights later I came home late with some friends and as we drove around the corner we saw him sitting under a street light staring at my house. I called 911 this time, and the cops showed up and asked him to leave. The cops knew who we was. Apparently he cross dresses and lives in some kind of group home but is harmless. He hasn't been back since that night.