Not about to let so psycho sneak up on you, you head towards your home, and find a good place to hideout and wait for whoever it was to come find you. He did say he knew where to go, so you suppose it should just be a matter of time. You find some ideal bushes to go behind and wait there for any suspicious persons to come calling on your home.
It's a long wait before you see anybody. You wait all day and into the night. You wait all night and into the morning. The first person to come to your home is the mailman, and he seems to be unarmed. You wait and wait like this, for days or years on end, until eventually your brain begins to rouse from a full night's sleep and the waiting is over.