A few weeks ago, Josh woke me up in the middle of the night, saying that someone was breaking in or had broken into our house. For those of you who were my roommates, you know I don't wake up very easily. So naturally, I tried to roll back over, telling him it was nothing. But Josh gets up and goes to our bedroom door, so I panic and decide to believe him. At this point we have no idea if someone is actually in our house or not. Josh goes to the top of the stairs and yells in the loudest, deepest voice I've ever heard heard him use "GET OUT OF HERE!" and then calls 911. In the meantime, I'm running around upstairs, looking for something, ANYTHING, that we could use as a weapon. Shirts, pants, a pillow? A shoe? How about my straightener? Would I have time to heat it up or should I just whack them with it?
In the end I grabbed Josh's plastic, wimpy guitar stand and tried to give it to Josh so he could use it if we needed. I say tried, because I conveniently managed to place it directly behind him, so that he turned around and tripped over it--not once, but TWICE (3 am, remember?). By this time we had figured out that someone was not in our house yet, but was knocking on the door now. Anyway to make this incredibly long story just a little bit shorter, the cops came, it was some totally wasted chic who lived on the street next to us but got confused, due to her inebriated state.
So, even though it ended up being nothing, Josh and I have been feeling very insecure in our new house. We live at the end of the cul-de-sac and our property borders the backside of a strip mall, so really anyone could hop our fence. It's crazy how this one little event, which really was nothing, totally freaked us out. I can't imagine how we would be if something actually did happen.
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that would scare me for like a year or more. after our neighbor "fell" into our house while we were gone...don't remember if i shared this also long story...i was scared to even sit at the computer by the back door if it was dark outside...and basements!!! ahh! i'm still scared of the dark. i'm a wimp
Scary! Why don't yoe come live with us? We have alarm stickers on our house, but no actual alarm- TOTALLY safe!
Know the feeling. After my car was broken into, knowing that that person had entered my backyard to get into my car freaked me out.
Here's what I'm doing: motion sensor lights at all of the doors, and possibly alarm trips for the windows, although I keep all of my windows latched (they're doubled paned, so somebody would really want to come in). And I'm keeping a baseball bat by my bed, so I would have something to grab.
At least you have someone to snuggle up to and "keep you safe". I was afraid to sleep for days.
Geeze! I get scared all alone in our little apartment sometimes. Lately, when I am in the shower and the curtain flaps open giving me a little breeze, I open my eyes thinking someone is there to get me... my eyes hurt from the soap! As much as I laughed through your story, that really stinks!
scary!! we dont have to worry about things like that. We have bars on our doors and windows. No one can get in and we cant get out. Ha!
If someone were really breaking in, you'd be in trouble. You'd just turn around and go back to sleep. :) Yes, I remember. Lucky for you, Josh can wake up and take care of the situation.
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