Once when I was in 6th grade, I stayed home from school because I was sick. That night Rich had a high school basketball game, mom and dad were taking tickets at the game, Ann went to the high school game, Doug had a church basketball game, and since I was sick I stayed home alone. I think it was close tho 9:00 p.m. and very dark outside. I was sitting at our kitchen table, when I heard a scratching sound at the end of the room which was our laundry room, over the washer and dryer. I carefully walked down to see what the sound was. There was a street light or light from somewhere shining through the window. And in the light there was a shadow of a person trying to get in the window. I froze. My first thought was to go get a knife. Then I thought, “no, the guy could get it away from me and use it on me”. I’m not positive but I think I talked myself out of getting a knife. I should have called 911, was that a think back then, I’m not sure. Anyway, I slowly peaked around the corner to see who was breaking in. Then I yelled, “Doug!” I startled him and he asked what I was doing at home. He had forgotten his key and thought he was locked out, and had forgotten that I stayed home, so he was trying to break in. I unlocked the door and let him in. For a 11 or 12 year old, it was one scary moment.
Debbie, I don’t remember that night, but I am so sorry I scared you so bad. I can only imagine what that was like. I guess I should thank you for letting me in and not stabbing me.
Thanks for sharing.