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once upon a time, about two hours ago, i was asleep in my comfy comfy bed. i was having a dream that i don't recall, except i know it was going well. suddenly, without warning, i was awoken by frantic pounding on the front door. "is it kyle?" i wondered. "did he forget his keys or something? why wouldn't he just call me?"
the knocking stopped. good, i would be able to get back to sleep. except it started again. whiskey tango foxtrot. it stopped. soon i saw a light, or lights, outside. someone with a flashlight walked past my window and knocked on stephanie's. "okay, kyle wouldn't have a flashlight, and he'd knock on my window. no, actually, he'd fucking call me."
the flashlight(s) walked away again. i put on my glasses, grabbed my phone, and stepped into the hall, listening. the thing about this house is that if anyone is moving around anywhere, everyone else can hear it. the house was silent. i was about to go see if kyle's truck was parked out front to verify whether or not he had yet returned home, when i saw more flashlights- outside the living room window this time. i immediately went to stephanie's door and knocked. i don't know what it was, but something inside me said "just go in." so i flung open the door and hit the light.
"what the fuck?!" i had no idea what was going on, but stephanie was out of bed, going for her phone, and pulling the shade open on her window. i though i saw a flash of someone running away, but i have no idea. but someone had been cutting her screen. so we ran downstairs, got eric out of bed, and i called 911.
i sent some texts while we waited for the police to come after the police left. we told them the story and they were sympathetic, and apologetic that since we hadn't actually seen anyone, there wasn't much they could do. that was fine with us, we were just grateful that they came out. it was comforting. and just fyi for anyone who tries to break in, don't think we won't call the police. motherfuckers.
one of the cops asked if we knew the people across the street with the red and white porch. the neighbors who sit on their porch all the effing time. no, we don't. but when the police left and we went outside to turn on our garage light and so eric could smoke, we realized that the neighbors in question were awake and one of them was, of course, sitting on the porch. they always seemed like nice people, but now we're suspicious. eric is going to act the innocent, concerned neighbor tomorrow and ask them if they saw anything or if anything happened there, since we clearly noticed they were up.
anyway. we're going to start being vigilant about keeping our windows locked, using the security system, and going to talk to our landlord about getting a deadbolt that's not a pain in the ass (our current on eis, so we never use it) and maybe a motion sensor or something so our back yard isn't so dark.
and stephanie and i are watching clueless until the sun comes up.
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