Intruder!
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon around 5PM, and Bruce, Kaya and I were watching a movie in the living room. All of a sudden we heard the back gate squeak open, and as the kitchen door was open, I jumped up and headed to the door, expecting Kaya's neighbor friend. Instead, right on my porch was a tall, lanky guy who looked seriously high. He seemed unfazed by my big black dog, who was barking ferociously and lunging at the door (except that I was restraining her).
The guy asked if little Mikey lived here, and then asked if he lived next door. Then he kind of stood there for a minute before leaving. The whole thing was strange, because who comes to somebody's back door unless they are close friends? Why hadn't he knocked on our front door? I found myself making note of his appearance (about 6' tall, maybe 170 lbs., buzz cut light brown hair, tattoo of a cross on the right side of his neck, black T-shirt, black jeans). I told Bruce that I had a feeling he'd be back, that he was casing our house. I even thought that maybe, as he was distracting us at the back door, somebody else was up to no good out front. So I ran to the front door and looked out as soon as he left, and the guy was then standing on the sidewalk in front of our house, looking at it. Weird!
We got on with out lives, and by 11PM Bruce and I were again watching TV in the living room, and had lights on in the house. Bruce stepped out on the back porch to have a cigarette, and Sasha pushed past him howling off into the yard like a wild thing. Just then Bruce screamed "Bridgett, call 911! The fucker's in the yard!" So I called 911 for the first (and hopefully only) time in my life to summon the police. We filed a report and gave our description of the guy to the officers. They looked around the neighborhood, but far as I know, he was gone.
I felt so violated and vulnerable! There was no way I could sleep in my house that night, and I had to get up at 5AM the next morning for work. I packed up myself and Kaya and drove to my parent's house, while Bruce sat up all night with a baseball bat, a stun gun and Sasha by his side, waiting. They guy did not return, thank heavens.
Within a few days, we hired my dad to secure the house. We now have bars on the basement windows, locks on the kitchen windows and a new storm door that actually locks. Bruce also posted "No Trespassing" and "Beware of Dog" signs at the two gates to our yard, and padlocked the front gate which we never use, but our intruder did on his second visit.
Oy vay!
The guy asked if little Mikey lived here, and then asked if he lived next door. Then he kind of stood there for a minute before leaving. The whole thing was strange, because who comes to somebody's back door unless they are close friends? Why hadn't he knocked on our front door? I found myself making note of his appearance (about 6' tall, maybe 170 lbs., buzz cut light brown hair, tattoo of a cross on the right side of his neck, black T-shirt, black jeans). I told Bruce that I had a feeling he'd be back, that he was casing our house. I even thought that maybe, as he was distracting us at the back door, somebody else was up to no good out front. So I ran to the front door and looked out as soon as he left, and the guy was then standing on the sidewalk in front of our house, looking at it. Weird!
We got on with out lives, and by 11PM Bruce and I were again watching TV in the living room, and had lights on in the house. Bruce stepped out on the back porch to have a cigarette, and Sasha pushed past him howling off into the yard like a wild thing. Just then Bruce screamed "Bridgett, call 911! The fucker's in the yard!" So I called 911 for the first (and hopefully only) time in my life to summon the police. We filed a report and gave our description of the guy to the officers. They looked around the neighborhood, but far as I know, he was gone.
I felt so violated and vulnerable! There was no way I could sleep in my house that night, and I had to get up at 5AM the next morning for work. I packed up myself and Kaya and drove to my parent's house, while Bruce sat up all night with a baseball bat, a stun gun and Sasha by his side, waiting. They guy did not return, thank heavens.
Within a few days, we hired my dad to secure the house. We now have bars on the basement windows, locks on the kitchen windows and a new storm door that actually locks. Bruce also posted "No Trespassing" and "Beware of Dog" signs at the two gates to our yard, and padlocked the front gate which we never use, but our intruder did on his second visit.
Oy vay!
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