Wrong House

Wrong House

Wrong House

I was sick with the flu and bedridden, or more accurately, couch ridden.  My husband was away on business and I was home with my 14 year old daughter and my 12 year old son.

It was about 9:30 pm when the doorbell rings.  I tell my kids to ignore it and keep laying on the couch.  It rings again.  Whoever it is can come back tomorrow.   Then came a knock, followed by another doorbell ring.  This person must have rang the bell and knocked for at least 10 to 15 minutes.

Finally I had it and drag myself off the couch.  I opened the door and there was a shorter man of little stature.  He was clean shaven and dressed in all black.  In front of him he had lined up a whole set of tools on a towel, which I assume were lockpicks.  He was shocked when I opened the door and apologized.  He said he must have had the wrong house.  He gathered up his tools and got in his white van and left.  I reported it to the police but I don’t know if they ever got him.

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