I'm a bit calmer since I posted in another thread before starting this one, but my hands are still shaking and I'm still holding my breath. I think someone was just attempting to break into my house! Eek
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I'm sitting in the main living area of the house. I wasn't feeling well and so I didn't want to head upstairs just yet. Besides, I napped earlier and am now not quite sleepy. Maybe about a half hour ago I heard a bang on the window in the front room (it's the room you walk into when coming in the front door (we have an enclosed porch before coming into the house) of the main part of the home and sits directly next to the driveway). My toy fox terrier heard it as well and barked a couple of times before deciding that all was safe. When she quieted down, I figured it was just an acorn hitting the window. The house is quiet and so I didn't think too much of it. But, a few minutes after my dog settled down, I heard a series of five distinct knocks on the window. The window is not one a person would come to if they were, say, just at the wrong home. It's set a ways back from the front door and one would have to come up around the car in the driveway to get to the window. Of course, my dog started barking again and I, and I don't know what I was thinking, ran over to the window only to see at least one man (there may have been another individual with him) hop over the fence to the backyard. I ran into the kitchen to see if I could still see him and saw a guy scale the back fence and run off of the property. Needless to say, I'm scared out of my mind.
I called my roommate's cell to tell her and to ask her about what she thought we should do and she told me to leave well enough alone. I don't live in the nicest neighborhood, but it is generally very safe. But, based on stories of crimes on the news, I have no doubt that the person or people knocking on the window were testing to see if anyone was home or awake. And, had I not been, I suppose them breaking in would have been a distinct possibility. My roommate told me to quit worrying and she went back to bed, but I'm still anxious and frightened. At the very least, I feel like we should have called the police. But, she was against it and I don't know what good it would do now -- especially since she specifically told me not to call them. The guy (or guys) are probably now long gone and that is relieving to know, but I still can't relax. How she could roll over and go right back to sleep is beyond me, but I'm just not that kind of person. My dog has calmed down and I've made sure all of the windows and doors are locked and that the alarm system is set and armed. If I hear anything or see anything the cops will be called immediately, but I feel like my roommate should be more involved. Instead, I am still sitting downstairs...shaking and afraid -- not only about what happened, but by what could have happened.
There's no doubt in my mind that we dodged a bullet (perhaps literally) tonight. I shudder to think about what would have happened had my dog and I been upstairs as per the norm. It's obvious someone or something was looking out for us tonight and, while I'm still afraid, you can bet your bottom dollar that I am grateful.
It's a good thing I napped earlier because I don't know how I'll ever be able to go to sleep tonight...
I'm sitting in the main living area of the house. I wasn't feeling well and so I didn't want to head upstairs just yet. Besides, I napped earlier and am now not quite sleepy. Maybe about a half hour ago I heard a bang on the window in the front room (it's the room you walk into when coming in the front door (we have an enclosed porch before coming into the house) of the main part of the home and sits directly next to the driveway). My toy fox terrier heard it as well and barked a couple of times before deciding that all was safe. When she quieted down, I figured it was just an acorn hitting the window. The house is quiet and so I didn't think too much of it. But, a few minutes after my dog settled down, I heard a series of five distinct knocks on the window. The window is not one a person would come to if they were, say, just at the wrong home. It's set a ways back from the front door and one would have to come up around the car in the driveway to get to the window. Of course, my dog started barking again and I, and I don't know what I was thinking, ran over to the window only to see at least one man (there may have been another individual with him) hop over the fence to the backyard. I ran into the kitchen to see if I could still see him and saw a guy scale the back fence and run off of the property. Needless to say, I'm scared out of my mind.
I called my roommate's cell to tell her and to ask her about what she thought we should do and she told me to leave well enough alone. I don't live in the nicest neighborhood, but it is generally very safe. But, based on stories of crimes on the news, I have no doubt that the person or people knocking on the window were testing to see if anyone was home or awake. And, had I not been, I suppose them breaking in would have been a distinct possibility. My roommate told me to quit worrying and she went back to bed, but I'm still anxious and frightened. At the very least, I feel like we should have called the police. But, she was against it and I don't know what good it would do now -- especially since she specifically told me not to call them. The guy (or guys) are probably now long gone and that is relieving to know, but I still can't relax. How she could roll over and go right back to sleep is beyond me, but I'm just not that kind of person. My dog has calmed down and I've made sure all of the windows and doors are locked and that the alarm system is set and armed. If I hear anything or see anything the cops will be called immediately, but I feel like my roommate should be more involved. Instead, I am still sitting downstairs...shaking and afraid -- not only about what happened, but by what could have happened.
There's no doubt in my mind that we dodged a bullet (perhaps literally) tonight. I shudder to think about what would have happened had my dog and I been upstairs as per the norm. It's obvious someone or something was looking out for us tonight and, while I'm still afraid, you can bet your bottom dollar that I am grateful.
It's a good thing I napped earlier because I don't know how I'll ever be able to go to sleep tonight...