Actually this morning at about 2 am. I wasn't quite asleep yet, when I heard the lightswitch in my living room click on. I saw some dudes arm as he walked towards my desk.
At first I thought it had to be someone I knew, but the problem is that I really don't know that many people here yet. The guy that lives below me was the only possibility, and I knew he was gone until saturday.
I lay there wondering what in the **** to do, so I snuck over to the closet to get my Glock. I couldn't find the damn thing, so as I was fumbling around, I said something to the guy, "What are you doing in my house, man"
He then proceeded to tell me that he thought it was his 'friends' house, and rattled off the name "Andy Cunningham". 'Isn't this 64 Wentworth street?" This, of course, was a BS line, but he knew that he was caught then. I live at 176 Wentworth, and 64 would be the complete other side of the downtown penninsula.
About then I had found the pistol, but I was having trouble locating the clips (I keep them separate). I told him "Nah dude, you're in the wrong house man". The lights clicked off and the dude presumably left. Finally I had the clip locked into position and made my way out into the living room. I wasn't sure he was gone, but just waking up from sleep, my eyes were adjusted enough to the dark that I could see fairly well. I made sure the guy was gone, then I turned on the light.
I looked immediately at my desk and my wallet was there and it looked like it was in a different position that I had left it in. Thinking sure he took the cash and the credit card, I checked it out and everything was still there. I then headed to check outside.
It's not uncommon for me to leave my door unlocked, and even slightly ajar at night. I have never felt uncomfortable living here. I figured thats how the guy got in, just wandered on in. I was curious as to why he didn't take my money, or my digital camcorder, or anything.
Maybe he was just really confused, thinking he was in another house. The houses can look the same here, and I reasoned that if someone was drunk or high on something they could mistake it...
How stupid is it to sneak into someone's house and just flip on the lights?
Gun drawn I started down my steps and outside. I had just finished watching "Kill Bill", so I had that crazy 'Wu Tang' beat running through my head the whole time. I noticed that my neighbors lights were on, so I tried the door. It was locked. I assumed that he just left the lights on while he was away. So then I checked down the outside steps, nothing. Over to my truck; all windows intact and doors locked.
I stuffed my piece in my pocket and made a quick jaunt up and down my street, talked to one set of people who were drunk (surprise) and said they hadn't seen anything suspicious.
Back to my place, I took it nice and slow back up my steps, and scanned the apartment again thoroughly when I got back inside. Nothing.
I locked my door, fastened the chain, and looked again for my belongings. Everything was there, but I know he had time to inventory my computer, my stereo equipment, my speakers, etc. Still, I figured that I got off lucky, and nothing was stolen so, 'lock your door next time, stupid'. Of course, I wasn't completely accurate in my assessment of the situation.
Needless to say, it was not easy to get sleep the rest of the night. I dreamed someone constantly sneaking up on me, and I woke up at least once that I remember because of that. I slept in a bit late because I was exhausted. I got ready for work late in the morning, and as I was just about to leave I realized my oversight. 'Where are my keys....'
I began to figure out what exactly happened. I had brought groceries home the night before, and it's not uncommon for me to accidentally leave the keys in the door when I do that. Hands full, I unlock the door and continue up my stairs. I have done it before. If my keys were where they were usually, that would have been right next to my wallet. And if the wallet was still there, why would he pass it up for the keys? And I didn't hear any jingles when he was in my house, so if the had them in his pocket, that would make sense.
I then immediately thought of my truck. I had no idea if it was even still there. I ran out to look and it was, but i was still fairly disturbed at the thought of some asswipe with the keys to my house, both my cars, my office...
So I got the locks changed today and switched cars with one at work. At least the house keys wouldn't work, and he cant steal a car thats not there.
But the problem is, if he has the keys, he is going to come back.
There is a very strange feeling indeed that accompanies the loss of the sanctity of one's home. There is something very, very disturbing with hearing the lights click on 35 feet away from you in the middle of the night, and then see someone walk in. Words fail when trying to describe the feeling you get when you're scrambling for your gun in the dark with an intruder on the other side of the wall.
I can tell you one thing; next time the Glock will not be so hard to find.
At first I thought it had to be someone I knew, but the problem is that I really don't know that many people here yet. The guy that lives below me was the only possibility, and I knew he was gone until saturday.
I lay there wondering what in the **** to do, so I snuck over to the closet to get my Glock. I couldn't find the damn thing, so as I was fumbling around, I said something to the guy, "What are you doing in my house, man"
He then proceeded to tell me that he thought it was his 'friends' house, and rattled off the name "Andy Cunningham". 'Isn't this 64 Wentworth street?" This, of course, was a BS line, but he knew that he was caught then. I live at 176 Wentworth, and 64 would be the complete other side of the downtown penninsula.
About then I had found the pistol, but I was having trouble locating the clips (I keep them separate). I told him "Nah dude, you're in the wrong house man". The lights clicked off and the dude presumably left. Finally I had the clip locked into position and made my way out into the living room. I wasn't sure he was gone, but just waking up from sleep, my eyes were adjusted enough to the dark that I could see fairly well. I made sure the guy was gone, then I turned on the light.
I looked immediately at my desk and my wallet was there and it looked like it was in a different position that I had left it in. Thinking sure he took the cash and the credit card, I checked it out and everything was still there. I then headed to check outside.
It's not uncommon for me to leave my door unlocked, and even slightly ajar at night. I have never felt uncomfortable living here. I figured thats how the guy got in, just wandered on in. I was curious as to why he didn't take my money, or my digital camcorder, or anything.
Maybe he was just really confused, thinking he was in another house. The houses can look the same here, and I reasoned that if someone was drunk or high on something they could mistake it...
How stupid is it to sneak into someone's house and just flip on the lights?
Gun drawn I started down my steps and outside. I had just finished watching "Kill Bill", so I had that crazy 'Wu Tang' beat running through my head the whole time. I noticed that my neighbors lights were on, so I tried the door. It was locked. I assumed that he just left the lights on while he was away. So then I checked down the outside steps, nothing. Over to my truck; all windows intact and doors locked.
I stuffed my piece in my pocket and made a quick jaunt up and down my street, talked to one set of people who were drunk (surprise) and said they hadn't seen anything suspicious.
Back to my place, I took it nice and slow back up my steps, and scanned the apartment again thoroughly when I got back inside. Nothing.
I locked my door, fastened the chain, and looked again for my belongings. Everything was there, but I know he had time to inventory my computer, my stereo equipment, my speakers, etc. Still, I figured that I got off lucky, and nothing was stolen so, 'lock your door next time, stupid'. Of course, I wasn't completely accurate in my assessment of the situation.
Needless to say, it was not easy to get sleep the rest of the night. I dreamed someone constantly sneaking up on me, and I woke up at least once that I remember because of that. I slept in a bit late because I was exhausted. I got ready for work late in the morning, and as I was just about to leave I realized my oversight. 'Where are my keys....'
I began to figure out what exactly happened. I had brought groceries home the night before, and it's not uncommon for me to accidentally leave the keys in the door when I do that. Hands full, I unlock the door and continue up my stairs. I have done it before. If my keys were where they were usually, that would have been right next to my wallet. And if the wallet was still there, why would he pass it up for the keys? And I didn't hear any jingles when he was in my house, so if the had them in his pocket, that would make sense.
I then immediately thought of my truck. I had no idea if it was even still there. I ran out to look and it was, but i was still fairly disturbed at the thought of some asswipe with the keys to my house, both my cars, my office...
So I got the locks changed today and switched cars with one at work. At least the house keys wouldn't work, and he cant steal a car thats not there.
But the problem is, if he has the keys, he is going to come back.
There is a very strange feeling indeed that accompanies the loss of the sanctity of one's home. There is something very, very disturbing with hearing the lights click on 35 feet away from you in the middle of the night, and then see someone walk in. Words fail when trying to describe the feeling you get when you're scrambling for your gun in the dark with an intruder on the other side of the wall.
I can tell you one thing; next time the Glock will not be so hard to find.
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