[Story from when we lived in Tucson ]
Rod runs a neighboring restaurant; in truth he only caters. But he does watch our house as a neighbor would. This is good for us because he often cooks very early in the morning.
If he sees somebody trespassing on our property he will send them on their way. Occasionally he will let us know about what he has encountered. These reports are sporadic and informal. The reports only tell us that someone was there; not who, how long, where, or when. In fact, the stories become quite jumbled, and inter-related. Time is irrelevant.
I am usually the one to take the reports. I filter them, and deal with the situation as necessary. Sometimes they only demand that I be diligent to check that the gates are closed. Other times they cause me to watch that the neighboring pizza joint locks their gate at night.
But the other day Rod informed Cheri that there were guys using my hammock in the backyard as if it were theirs. We checked it out, cleaned and swept the back yard, made plans as to how we would reinforce the backyard fences with a prickly pear barrier, etc.
The next morning I checked the backyard. The only marks in the sand were caused by birds and wind.
Now I understand how the boogie man developed.