Night Panic Update - I was right to worry!!

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This is an update to a post I made on the 5th about a panic attack type thing I experienced about a week and a half ago, if you want to read it before reading this, here is the link : I didn't want to say in the last post but there was sort of a reason I was worried but I was a bit mad at myself for thinking the way I was thinking but it turns out I was right and I should have trusted my instincts. Anyway I have to go back a bit to the start of the story : About 3 months ago I got a parcel delivered to the house, it was addressed to a house with a name I didn't recognise (All the houses around me have names and no street names as we are in the middle of nowhere) so I kept it in the house hoping someone would come and collect it. About three weeks later I was sat at my kitchen table feeding Vinnie in his high chair, hardly dressed because no one ever knocks the door :/ . I turned around and there was a man standing looking through my kitchen window. I was rather alarmed but mostly because I was falling out of my vest top (oopsi). My front door is attached to my Kitchen/Dinning Room so I just assumed he was coming to the door not just standing there looking through my window. He knocked the door and I answered, and he said he lived in one of the cottages and that I had a parcel for him. I gave him the parcel and he started asking me about Vinnie who was behind me in the High Chair (not that there is anything strange about that). Now when I moved in I was told there was an old man in that cottage who was Bipolar but that he was no bother to anyone and not to worry about it and I would never worry about it. I have worked in mental health in the past and don't tend to judge. This man didn't seem that old only in his 40s so I thought it was a different man. A few days after that Stewart found him outside our house with a balaclava on (when I'm actually typing this it sounds scarier) he went out to ask who he was and he explained that he lived in one of the cottages and that he was thinking of buying the cottage next to us. Stewart spoke to him for a while then and when he came in he said he thought he was a bit strange and said that he thinks we should lock the door from now on. I thought he was being silly but then over the weeks his behaviour got stranger, nothing dangerous seeming or scary, just not quite right. He started playing really loud music at 6am and 10pm, Stewart went over to ask him to turn it off and he started crying. He stared blocking the road leading out of the cottages with his van (there is no other way to drive out) so I would have to ask him to move it so I could go to work, he would have the flashy orange light going on it for hours for no reason. Loads of strange little things. Then this morning I left for work at 7am, there are no lights, streetlights or anything outside my house. I felt the need to lock the front door when I left even though Stewart was home. I got in my car and again felt the need to lock my car and I never do that. I was sorting my sat nav and music out when there was a bang on my car window. You can imagine my reaction I almost had a heart attack. He was stood outside my car with a huge flood light in his boxers and dressing gown. I opened the window and I can't remember the exact conversation as it didn't make much sense but the bits that stuck out to me were him saying ' I need to get off the drugs' and 'I don't want to endanger anyone'. I don't think he is on drugs I think he means his bipolar medication which he had mentioned to Stewart before. It was very clear at this point that he hasn't been taking it at all. I told him I was late for work and really had to go and he said 'ok see you on the road' which I thought was strange. I pulled out of the cottages onto the main road and he was stood in the middle of the road in his boxers and dressing gown with no shoes on - directing imaginary traffic with his flood light. Now I know I should have stopped and tried to get him off the road but I was just really scared by the whole thing, once I was down the road I phoned Stewart and told him to make sure he keeps the door locked all day, and that if he was still out there when he woke up to phone social services or the police. Now the reason my panic attack was right: I spoke to Stewart on my lunch break and he told me that he had caught my neighbour trying the handle on my front door. Luckily it was locked. Now I am not saying anything bad would have happened if he had gotten in but it's just not worth thinking about. Since then an ambulance and police arrived and they have taken him away, I am assuming they will temporarily section him until they get him back on his medication. It is sad because he seems like a nice person but he is clearly a danger to himself if not to anyone else when he isn't taking his medication. I hope they get him sorted and better x