Strangers at my door

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I was 21 at the time. I had CPS custody of my two cousins and also took care of my elderly grandfather while my mother worked. My mom was working for an auditing company and would sometimes, depending on the location she was assigned to go, would come home anytime from 3-5am.

So that meant that I was in charge of putting the kiddos to sleep.

I don’t live in a bad neighborhood, but its certainly not a neighborhood you would want to walk around alone at night. I live in a house at the corner of my street, next to a major intersection- so it was not uncommon that we had weirdos coming to our house at crazy times of the morning/or night from time to time.

This one week in particular, my grandfather had gone to bed early- like he normally does. I had just put the kids down to sleep around nine. I always keep the kitchen and living room light off since the only light I need is the hallway light and my bedroom light.

It was around 1 a.m, I was sitting in my room doing homework when my doorbell rang. This caused my dog to bark and so I quickly got up to shush him so he would not wake the kids, and then went to the front door which was located in the kitchen. I didn’t turn on a light because I didn’t want to let the person out front know I was awake and there.

Well, when I looked out the window- they already had their back to me and was walking down my carport. I went to my living room window to see where they were going and it appeared that they got into a dark car that was parked outside my living room window. They didn’t have their headlights on, so the car was dark until they took off where I could see their tail lights flash red- so I knew they purposely had their lights off to keep hidden.

It was suspicious, but I wasn’t necessarily afraid. I didn’t know what they wanted, I mean, I wasn’t going to answer the door anyways but they didn’t give me time to answer the door if I even was going to open up.

I went back to my room and stayed up for about an hour or so more before going to sleep just to make sure they didn’t come back.

They didn’t. At least, not that night.

This happened for four consecutive nights.

It was always the same thing. I would walk to the door, but before I could peer out- they would walk away. It wasn’t until I realized that they were scoping out my house to see if anyone was home.

They only knew I was home because I would have to pass the living room window and would see my shadow walk past the light emitted from the hallway. Now, my grandmother had a screen placed on the window so that people could see out but never in, and well, I guess its not effective at night and when there is light inside.

I assume there were two people involved. One to ring the door and one to keep a lookout while they wait in the car.

So, I informed my mom once the third time happened. She contacted our neighbor who lived across the street to keep an eye out on the house around the time I had mentioned that they would show up around.

On the fourth night, nothing happened.

However, I was told the following day that they had come but my neighbor intercepted before they even got out of the car. He told them, “You have no business with that family. Get the fuck out of here!” and they drove off.

Thankfully, they never came back.

My mom ended up quitting her job and finding something better with more appropriate hours and not to mention, installed a security alarm in case they wanted to actually try to break in.

Now I don’t know if the strangers actually had the intentions of scoping out the house to possibly break in, but that’s the only possible cause I can think of. I wish I would have thought to turn off the hallway light earlier so that when they did come, I could get a look at their face.

All I know is that I am happy they’re gone. I’m happy that I have a security system that blares into the neighborhood like a siren, and I’m certainly happy that I have a close knit relationship with my neighbors.

All I know is that my mama bear side had activated once I took in the kids and if they dared to break into the house to possibly harm my family, I would not hesitate to stab them once they stepped foot inside my house.

and that is a fact.

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