Home Alone

Home Alone

Home Alone

I was about 12 years old.  I was home alone one night while my parents were out and my brother was at work.  I was watching a movie when I heard some noise outside the glass door.  It sounded like somebody shuffling around but I didn’t pay too much attention to the noise.  Maybe 10 or 15 minutes later, I thought I heard someone try the front door.  I wasn’t extremely sure but it sounded like the knob turned slightly.  I paused the movie and went to the front door and peeked out the peep hole.  Nobody was there.  So I flicked the outside lights on just in case somebody was there to let them know someone was home and to get away from the house.

Thankfully, I also turned the burglar alarm on.  It didn’t go to the police like modern alarms do but it rang a loud bell if any of the connections were broke.  This made me feel safer.  Mind you, at this point I only thought there was a small chance there was someone actually outside.  I figured that flicking the lights on would drive them away if anyone was around and continued to watch the movie.

Not long after, I heard some loud banging on the side of the house.  Then I got scared.  This was definitely not my imagination and whoever was outside knew I was home and didn’t care.  I don’t know why but I called my friend instead of the police.  I told him what was happening and he just kept saying, “call the cops, call the cops.”  Talking to him though I felt better and wasn’t ready to call the police yet.  Just a few minutes later, the alarm went off.  I panicked and my friend on the phone panicked even more screaming when the alarm went off.

Now I was ready to call the police.  I hung up with my friend and called 911.  My parents came home before the police arrived.  They heard the alarm and asked what was happening.  My parents both saw an old car with 3 or four young guys driving down our street laughing as they came home.  This was unusual because we lived on a dead end and no on like that belonged on our street.

Anyways, I will never forget this fat cop that responded to the call.  He finally got there and he didn’t believe me!  He said it was probably just the wind and I just got scared.  My mom asked, “What about the alarm?”  He said the wind could have set that off too by blowing on a window or something, or it could have been faulty.  That was complete nonsense!  My dad told him about the car with the three or four guys, but he blew that off too.  He even said something to the fact that misuse of the emergency line could be punishable with a fine or something like that.  The cop was either too lazy or too stupid to do anything.

After he left, I looked around the house and discovered my brother’s glass door was ajar.  His room was on the second floor across from mine.  We both had balconies with a glass door.  His was above a wall outside.  They must have climbed up the wall onto the balcony and tried to open the door.  Luckily, we had wood 2X4’s in the tracks so the doors could not be opened all the way.  The locks on those glass doors were easily opened with a credit card or wire or even just pulling the door up enough.  My brother’s door was open just enough to break the contact for the alarm to go off, but they couldn’t get in because the 2X4 blocked the door from sliding completely open.

Whoever tried to get in that night, saw me home alone through the window and tried to enter the house.  That piece of wood may saved my life.  I now always block a sliding door with a 2X4, and you should too.

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