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When Your Home Becomes the Enemy: Uncovering Intruders and Reclaiming Safety · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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My house had always been my retreat.
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It wasn't perfect, but it was all mine.
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A fresh chapter after leaving behind a marriage that had
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drained me after long shifts at work.
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It was my escape where I could finally relax, shut out the
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chaos, and breathe. That night, however, my
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sanctuary felt anything but safe.
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It had been a long shift, and I was beyond exhausted by the time
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I pulled into my driveway. I grabbed my bag, dished my keys
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out, and headed for the front door.
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But when I slid my key into the lock, it didn't turn.
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At first, I thought I was just tired.
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Maybe I was using the wrong key. I tried again, jiggling it
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gently, then more forcefully. Nothing.
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Frustrated, I stepped back and stared at the door.
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Could the lock have jammed? I didn't remember it sticking
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before. After a few more failed
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attempts, I gave up and called a locksmith.
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He arrived quickly with a friendly demeanor.
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After fiddling with the lock, he explained it had likely just
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worn out and replaced it with a shiny new one.
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Shouldn't give you any trouble now, he said.
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At the time, it just didn't seem like something to worry about.
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Things break, right? Life happens.
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But looking back, that moment was the first crack in what I
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thought was an ordinary problem. Three nights later, I found
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myself in the exact same situation.
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It had been another late shift and all I wanted was to collapse
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into bed, but as I slid my key into the lock, it refused to
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budget. The new lock.
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The lock that shouldn't have given me trouble.
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I just had it replaced. How could it jam again so soon?
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Everything looked normal, but something didn't feel right.
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Reluctantly, I called the locksmith again.
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It was a different guy this time, gruff and not as chatty as
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he worked. I asked if it was common for new
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locks to fail. He shrugged and muttered
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something about cheap materials, but I could tell he wasn't
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convinced either. When he left, I double checked
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every window and door in the house, making sure they were
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locked tight. My mind kept wandering back to
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the door, a lock, and the thought that maybe someone had
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tampered with it. By the time the weekend rolled
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around, the feeling of paranoia hadn't let up.
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It wasn't like me. I was usually calm and logical,
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but the thought of someone messing with my locks gnawed at
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me. On a whim, I decided to install
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a small security camera above the front door.
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It wasn't much, just a cheap model I picked up online, but it
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gave me Peace of Mind. If someone was messing with my
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door, I'd catch them in the act. The first few nights, nothing
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happened. I'd come home, check the
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footage, and see only the empty porch.
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It was almost enough to make me feel silly for worrying.
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Almost on the fourth night, everything changed.
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I came home from work, my shoulders heavy with exhaustion.
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My key slid into the lock, and to my relief, it turned
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smoothly. For the first time in days, I
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felt a little lighter. But when I checked the camera
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footage later that evening, my heart dropped.
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At 2:13 AM, the screen showed a man in a hooded sweatshirt
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standing on my porch. He wasn't facing the camera, but
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I could see his hands working on the lock, moving with a
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practiced ease. My throat tightened as I watched
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him remove the cylinder. When he was done, he turned and
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entered the house like he owned the place.
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For the next three hours, the footage showed nothing but
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darkness. Then, at 5:26 AM, the man
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reappeared. He exited the house, replaced
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the cylinder, looked around, and disappeared into the night.
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I sat there, staring at the screen, the weight of what I
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just seen crashing down on me. He'd been inside while I was
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gone for hours. My first instinct was to grab my
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phone and call the police, but I hesitated.
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What would I even say? That someone had broken in but
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nothing was stolen? That I didn't know who he was or
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what he wanted? My hands trembled as I dialed
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anyway. The officer who arrived was
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kind. He watched the footage and asked
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me a string of questions. Did I recognize the man?
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Had I noticed anything missing? Had I seen any suspicious
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activity in the neighborhood? No, I replied.
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Each time we'll file a report and increase patrols in the
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area, he said. In the meantime, I suggest
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staying with a friend or family member until we figure this out.
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I decided to take his advice. I packed a bag and drove to my
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sister's house, but sleep was impossible.
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My mind race with questions, theories and fears.
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Who was he? Why had he been in my house?
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The answers came the next day. When the officer called me back.
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His tone was serious, almost cautious.
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We were able to access footage from the neighborhood
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surveillance cameras. He began.
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We saw the man getting out of a white car two blocks from your
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house. He was carrying tools, a small
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bag, and walked directly toward your property.
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A sinking feeling gripped my stomach as I listened.
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The footage gave us a Clearview of the car's license plate.
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We traced it back to the registered owner.
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The officer continued. He paused for a moment and then
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he said the man's name. I couldn't even process the
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words at first. It was my ex-husband.
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The man who had refused to accept our divorce would clung
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to the belief that we were destined to be together despite
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everything. My mind raced as fragments of
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old arguments and his obsessive behavior came flooding back.
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We believe he changed the locks as a way to manipulate your
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access to the house. It's not uncommon in cases like
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this. Hearing that he'd been so close,
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walking through my neighborhood and inside my home, it all made
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me feel sick. The police assured me they'd
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taken him in for questioning and that I should consider filing
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for a restraining order. They emphasized the importance
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of improving my home security immediately.
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I didn't hesitate. The next day I had a
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professional security company install high grade deadbolts,
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motion sensors, and cameras throughout the house.
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I changed my work shifts and made sure to let my closest
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friends know what was happening. But despite the precautions,
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every corner of my home felt violated, the walls holding
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secrets I didn't want to know. Eventually, I moved to a new
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place, my address shared only with a select few.
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But the fear hasn't fully left me.
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The sight of a white car still makes my heart race, and I catch
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myself triple checking locks even in broad daylight.
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If I've learned one thing from all of this, it's that ignoring
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small, strange signs can have big consequences.
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Sometimes those signs are the only warnings you'll get after a
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long night at the bar, pouring drinks for chatty patrons and
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cleaning up after spills. My day off felt like a gift from
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the universe. I had a lazy morning planned,
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maybe some Netflix and snacks. Around midday I realized I was
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out of a few essentials, Milk, bread, the basics.
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So I decided to make a quick grocery run.
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It was a beautiful day, warm but not too hot.
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I grabbed my keys, locked the front door, and left when I got
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back, grocery bags in hand. As I walked up the driveway, I
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noticed the kitchen window was open.
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Wide open. I stopped mid step, staring at
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the window, trying to remember if I'd forgotten to lock it, but
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I was sure I had. I always did.
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Maybe it didn't latch properly, I told myself.
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I set the bags on the counter and walked over to the window.
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The lock was indeed undone, but it looked like someone had tried
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to force it. The latch was bent slightly, as
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if someone had forced it open. I tried to find a logical
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explanation. Maybe I hadn't noticed the
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damage before. Maybe the wind had somehow
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jostled it loose. Both options sounded ridiculous,
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but I clung to them anyway. I did a quick check of the
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house, opening closets, peeking behind doors and looking under
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the bed like a kid scared of monsters.
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Everything was exactly where I'd left it.
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No sign of an intruder, no mess, nothing stolen.
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Just the window. I locked it, bolted the front
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door, and tried to shake off the unease.
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That evening, I settled onto the couch with a bag of chips and a
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cheesy horror movie. I had almost managed to convince
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myself that the window was just a weird fluke.
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Maybe the lock really had been loose all along.
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I even laughed at the movie, shaking my head at how stupid
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the characters were for not noticing the obvious signs of
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danger. Around 11:00 PM, just as the
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movie credits started rolling, I heard a soft creaking noise from
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upstairs. My house was old, and the floors
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upstairs were known to groan when the weather changed, but
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this didn't sound like that. It was rhythmic, like someone
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was stepping carefully across the floorboards.
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I muted the TV and sat frozen on the couch, trying to hear any
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other sound. Nothing.
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Just silence, I laughed nervously to myself, brushing it
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off as my imagination running wild after watching a horror
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movie. Still, I couldn't ignore the
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anxiety gripping my chest. I grabbed the broom leaning
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against the kitchen wall. It was the closest thing to a
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weapon I could find and cautiously climbed the stairs.
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My bedroom door was a jar the way I'd left it, and a quick
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look around showed nothing out of place.
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The other rooms were empty too. Feeling foolish, I headed back
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downstairs. I put the broom away, made sure
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the doors were locked again, and went to bed.
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I woke up at 3:00 AM to a sound that made my skin crawl.
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Footsteps. This time there was no mistaking
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it. They were moving down the
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hallway just outside my bedroom door.
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My heart thudded in my chest as I sat up in bed, straining to
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hear more. The footsteps stopped, and for a
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moment the silence was almost worse.
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Then there was a soft creak, like someone leaning against the
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wall. I reached for my phone on the
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night stand and dialed 911, whispering to the operator.
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There's someone in my house, I said.
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I'm in my bedroom and I can hear them outside.
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Stay on the line, the operator said calmly.
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Officers are on their way. As I whispered the address,
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there was a sudden thud against my bedroom door.
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I nearly dropped the phone in shock.
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Whoever was out there had tried the handle and, finding it
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locked, was now testing the door with their shoulder.
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The operator's voice kept me grounded.
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Do not engage. Stay quiet, and stay on the
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line. The thudding stopped, replaced
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by the sound of hurried footsteps descending the stairs.
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I heard the front door slam shut just as sirens echoed in the
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distance. Two officers searched the house
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while I stood in the living room, gripping a blanket around
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my shoulders. When the officers came back, one
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of them was holding a flashlight and looked grim.
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You might want to see this, he said.
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I followed him upstairs, my legs trembling.
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He led me to the attic hatch, which had been left slightly
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ajar. A ladder was already propped up,
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and the officer motioned for me to climb inside the attic.
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The officer paused and pointed his light toward the far corner.
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What's that? He muttered, stepping closer.
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I stayed by the Hatch, gripping the edge of the frame as if it
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might shield me from whatever was up there.
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He reached out and pulled something down, a bundle of
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cables and a small black device with an antenna.
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It's a signal booster, he explained.
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Someone's been using this to piggyback on your Wi-Fi.
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What? I stammered.
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Why would anyone do that? The officer set the device down
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carefully and looked at me. Could be for hacking illegal
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downloads or something worse, but what's strange is that they
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didn't just plant it here, they've been coming back to
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check on it. That last part hit me like a
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brick. Someone had been in my house
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multiple times. Not to steal, but to set this up
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and monitor it. The officer suggested checking
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the rest of the house for anything unusual.
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It was then that I told him about the open kitchen window
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and showed him the damaged latch.
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It explains how they've been getting in.
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The officer said The realization was sickening.
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This wasn't just some random break in.
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They've been sneaking in and out, knowing my schedule well
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enough to come and go without getting caught, and using my
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home as a base for their scheme. The kitchen window was the point
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of entry. It was part of their plan to use
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my house without my knowledge. It was only when I had a day off
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from work that I messed up their scheme.
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The officer took the device and filed a report promising to
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follow up, but their reassurances didn't ease the
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anger and fear simmering inside me.
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Someone had invaded my space, mapped out my routine, and
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turned my home into a tool or whatever shady scheme they were
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running. That night, I barricaded the
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kitchen window with the heaviest piece of furniture I could move,
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a solid oak side board that hadn't been shifted in years.
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I double checked every door and window in the house, then
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checked them again. I didn't sleep a single second
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that night, or for the next three nights for that matter.
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Every noise outside had me on edge, convinced they might come
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back. But they never did.
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The days turned into weeks, and I think they'd seen the signs
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that I'd caught on the blocked window, the new locks, or the
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police cruiser parked outside the house for a few hours the
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next day. Maybe they decided it wasn't
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worth the risk and moved on. The police followed up a few
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weeks later to let me know they hadn't identified anyone.
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The device didn't lead to any solid clues, and there weren't
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any usable prints. The case was closed, but my
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Peace of Mind was shattered. It's been months and I still
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can't walk into my kitchen without remembering how easily
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my home had been turned into someone else's hideout.
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I installed motion sensors and an alarm system that texts me
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every time a door or window opens.
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I called a locksmith to replace every lock in the house, and a
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tech savvy friend helped me secure my Wi-Fi network.
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I changed every password I could think of, even ones that seemed
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unrelated. It's overkill, maybe, but I
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don't care. The intruders may have moved on,
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but the paranoia they left behind is here to stay.
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Was I just unlucky, or is someone else's house becoming
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their new base? Either way, I'm not taking any
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chances. Again, the thought of someone
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treating my home like their personal workspace wasn't just
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creepy, it was infuriating. The officer insisted it was part
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of some common hacking scheme, but a darker possibility kept
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creeping into my mind. They hadn't been after my
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belongings. They've been after turning my
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own home into a tool for their purpose.
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I still check every window and door obsessively before bed.
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The sound of footsteps might not haunt my memory, but the idea
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that someone could come and go as they pleased in my home does.
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And the thought that they could still be out there finding
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another house, planting another device, It's something I'll
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never stop thinking about. It was back in 2018.
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I've been living in my little house for just over a year by
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then. It wasn't perfect, but it had
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character. It felt like home.
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Most of my evenings were the same.
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After teaching all day, I'd settle in with a cup of tea and
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tackle grading papers or lesson planning for the week.
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The quiet was comforting, a welcome contrast to the constant
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chatter and chaos of a classroom.
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But one night, as I sat at my desk marking assignments, I
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noticed a subtle sound, almost easy to miss, a dragging noise,
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like something small brushing against the drywall.
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Initially, I didn't overthink it.
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Older houses have their share of noises.
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Creaks, pops, and groans were nothing new.
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I assumed it was normal, just the house settling or maybe the
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wind pushing against a loose window frame.
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But the next evening it returned.
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This time it was more like scratching, as though something
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was trying to claw its way out. Living alone had always felt
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empowering to me, but moments like these remind you how
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unnervingly loud silence can be. Still, I reasoned, it was mice.
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My home wasn't exactly pest proof.
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I'd had a few run insurance with spiders and the occasional rogue
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cricket. The thought of mice didn't
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thrill me, but it wasn't terrifying either.
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The next day, I made a quick trip to the hardware store,
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grabbed a few traps and baited them with peanut butter, setting
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them in corners where I thought the scratching might originate.
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The trap stayed untouched. A week passed and the scratching
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only grew louder. It was always in the same place
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and around the same time. It would start after 11:00 PM,
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usually just as I was drifting off.
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I'd lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to that sound
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in the wall. Sometimes it stopped, only to
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start again just as I was beginning to relax.
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One night, as I was brushing my teeth, Luna, my tabby, darted
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from the bathroom to the hallway.
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Her ears were pinned back, her tail puffed like a bottle brush.
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She froze halfway down the hall, staring at the wall near the
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coat closet. What's wrong, girl?
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She didn't move, she just stared, her body low to the
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ground as if she were ready to pounce.
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A sudden scratching noise broke the silence and she hissed
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before bolting into the bedroom. I followed her lead, locking the
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door behind me that night. The next morning I called an
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exterminator. He was a middle-aged man who
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introduced himself as Bill and had the kind of calm demeanor
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you want in someone inspecting your home for creepy crawlies.
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He poked around for nearly an hour, inspecting the attic, the
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crawl space, and the corners of the basement.
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When he came back, he shook his head.
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No sign of mice or rats, no droppings, no nests.
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You're sure about the scratching?
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It's loud enough to wake me up. I said could be squirrels in the
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walls. He offered.
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They can slip in through a crack in the soffit.
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I'll set some humane traps, just in case.
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He left with a promise to follow up, but the traps he set
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remained empty, just like mine. The scratching continued.
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One night, it became unbearable. It wasn't just scratching
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anymore. It sounded heavier, like
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something was dragging itself along the wall.
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The noise moved from the living room toward the hallway closet.
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Luna, usually oblivious to anything that wasn't her food
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bowl, perked up and started growling at the wall.
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This time, I couldn't ignore it. Grabbing a flashlight, I pulled
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everything out of the closet, piling coats, boxes, and shoes
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in the hallway. I stopped breathing when I
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noticed the outline of a small door at the back of the closet
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blending seamlessly with the paneling.
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I'd lived in this house for over a year and never noticed it
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before. I found myself rooted in place,
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staring at the door. It was about two feet tall with
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no handle, just a thin gap where the panel met the wall.
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OK, I said. Using a Flathead screwdriver, I
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pried the panel open. The musty smell hit me
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immediately, thick and damp, like old wood and mildew.
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I shown the flashlight inside and nearly dropped it.
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The crawl space was narrow, just big enough for someone to crawl
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through. My flashlight illuminated a
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filthy sleeping bag surrounded by crumpled food wrappers.
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A small flashlight, the kind you'd find at a hardware store,
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lay near the sleeping bag. Its lens cracked.
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Backing out of the closet, I slammed the small door shut and
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grabbed my phone. My hands were shaking as I
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dialed 911 and explained what I'd found.
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The dispatcher assured me an officer would be sent over right
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away. I sat on the couch, gripping a
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kitchen knife while Luna paced nervously near the hallway.
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When the police arrived, I practically ran to the door to
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let them in. Two officers inspected the crawl
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space. While I stood in the hallway
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trying to calm my nerves, one of them emerged.
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Looks like someone's been staying here, he said.
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Probably coming and going through the vents or an unlocked
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window. Did you notice anything missing?
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No, but someone's been in my house, right?
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Living here. We'll check the area, but
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whoever it was, they're not here.
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Now that wasn't exactly reassuring.
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The police didn't find the intruder, but they found signs
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of forced entry on one of the basement windows.
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The thought of someone inside my house, watching me, listening to
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me, was almost too much to bear. I stayed at a friend's house
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that night, unable to bring myself to sleep in my own bed.
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The next day, I called a contractor to seal off the crawl
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space. He bolted the panel shut and
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reinforced the basement windows with heavy duty locks.
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I also installed motion sensors in every room.
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The contractor believed it was likely a transient person
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looking for shelter. He tried to make me feel better,
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saying it wasn't uncommon for older homes to have hidden
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spaces like mine, perfect for someone to hide in.
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But his words did little to ease my fear.
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For weeks, I avoided the hallway closet entirely, even though I
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knew it was sealed. I still think about that crawl
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space sometimes, about how close someone was without me ever
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realizing it. I've been renting that small
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house for about 6 months. It wasn't much, but it was
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perfect for me. A quiet place to focus on my
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grad studies. The backyard was small, ordered
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by a tall wooden fence that separated it from the parking
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lot of a nearby supermarket. I like the ambient sound of the
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cars or shopping carts behind the fence.
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It was just enough to remind me I wasn't completely isolated,
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but private enough to feel like my own little world.
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Most evenings I worked late into the night on my thesis, enjoying
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the silence. That evening was no different.
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I've been glued to my laptop for hours, papers and coffee mugs
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scattered across the kitchen table.
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The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of my keyboard until it
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all stopped. The power went out so abruptly
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that for a second I thought I'd blown a fuse.
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My laptop screen became the only light, plunging the rest of the
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house into silence and darkness. I sat there for a moment,
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waiting for the power to come back, but the house remained
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eerily still. Grabbing my phone, I turned on
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the flashlight and got up. The beam of light swept across
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the unsettling dark walls. I dealt with power outages
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before, but this one felt different.
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It wasn't stormy, and I hadn't overloaded any circuits.
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I looked out the window and noticed the street lights were
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still on. So why was my house the only one
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without power? The circuit breaker was in the
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basement. I hated that basement.
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It was unfinished, with exposed pipes and a low ceiling that
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made it feel claustrophobic. The wooden stairs creaked under
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my weight, and the air grew noticeably colder as I
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descended. I reached the bottom and swept
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the flashlight around. The usual clutter of paint cans
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and old tools greeted me. I moved toward the breaker in
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the far corner near the old boiler.
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Then I saw it. Behind the boiler was a figure,
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crouched low, completely still. For a moment I couldn't move.
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The flashlights beam shook in my hand, and my breath caught in my
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throat. The figure shifted slightly, and
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the light glinted off a pair of wide, unblinking eyes.
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His face was pale, his clothes dark and ragged, blending into
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the shadows. He was close, too close.
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Who? Who are you?
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I managed to stammer. My voice barely sounded like my
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own. The man didn't answer.
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He just stared at me. Then, without warning, he
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bolted. He darted around the boiler with
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a speed that startled me, heading straight for the back
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door, which I hadn't even realized was a jar.
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The sound of his footsteps echoed as he disappeared into
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the night. I stood there frozen, the
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flashlight trembling in my hand. I didn't know how long I stood
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there before my legs finally moved.
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I slammed the basement door shut and locked it, leaning against
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it for support. My hands were shaking as I
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fumble with my phone, dialing 911.
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The operator's calm voice made my own panic seem even more
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overwhelming as I explained what had happened.
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There was a man in my basement. He ran out through the back
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door. The operator assured me that
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officers were on their way and instructed me to stay somewhere
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safe. I grabbed a heavy flashlight as
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a makeshift weapon and sat in the corner of the living room,
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my eyes glued to the backyard. The minute stretched on like
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hours until I finally saw the red and blue lights of a patrol
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car pull into the driveway. One of the officers stayed with
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me by the door, reassuring me as the other descended the creaky
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stairs. The sound of his boots echoed
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ominously in the silence. It wasn't long before his voice
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called out. Got something?
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Moments later, he reemerged holding a black duffel bag.
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It's fabric dusty and worn. Do you recognize this?
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He asked. No, that's definitely not mine.
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He set the bag down on the floor and unzipped it.
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Inside was a mess of items, electronics still in their
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boxes, wallets, and even a few pieces of jewelry.
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Seeing the contents made my breath catch.
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It didn't take a detective to figure out what it was.
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It looks like your basement's been used as a storage spot.
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The officer explained. Stolen goods, most likely stolen
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from where? The supermarket next door by the
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looks of it. He said, looking over the items.
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This is typical for thieves. They'll stash recently stolen
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goods in a spot where they think it won't raise suspicion and
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come back later to collect them once things cool down.
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But a basement? That's bold.
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I've never seen someone use a private residence like this.
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My home, my safe space had been turned into a hiding spot for a
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thief. How long do you think he's been
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doing this? I managed to ask.
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The officer shrugged. Could be days, could be weeks.
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Hard to say, but judging by the number of items here, he's been
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at it for a while. I felt like the floor beneath me
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was shifting. How many times had this person
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crept into my home? How often had I been upstairs,
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completely unaware that someone was moving around just below me?
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The second officer emerged with more evidence.
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A dirty blanket, an empty soda can and a crumpled fast food
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wrapper. Looks like he was spending some
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time down here, too. He said he might have been using
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the basement as a spot to lie low between jobs.
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The officers finished their inspection, securing the
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evidence and promising to keep an eye out for anyone matching
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the description of the man I'd seen.
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They assured me they'd increase patrols in the area, but their
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reassurances felt hollow. The next morning, I called my
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landlord and he came by with a contractor.
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They replaced every lock on the property and sealed off the
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basement door with a heavy deadbolt.
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Motion sensor lights were installed in the backyard, and I
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scheduled an appointment to get a security system installed.
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It helped, but only a little. A few days later, one of the
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officers called to follow up. We've identified some of the
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items in the bag, he said. Most of it was stolen from the
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supermarket behind your house, but a few pieces, like the
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jewelry, were reported missing by customers shopping there.
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Have you caught him yet? I asked.
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The officer admitted that they hadn't caught him yet.
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But we're working on it. Cases like this aren't uncommon,
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but I'll be honest, it's unusual for someone to use a basement
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like this. Most of the time they stash
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things in public places, like dumpsters or abandoned
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buildings. Your house must have seemed like
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the perfect cover. The thought sent a shiver
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through me. How many times had I unknowingly
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made it easier for him, leaving the basement door unlocked, not
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noticing the faint smells or small signs of intrusion?
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I'd chalked it all up to an old house and a busy schedule.
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Over the next few days, I tried to go about my routine, but it
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was impossible. A week later, I decided I
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couldn't stay. The landlord was understanding,
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and I moved into a small apartment closer to campus with
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better security. It wasn't as spacious or
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charming, but I needed the Peace of Mind more than anything.
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The scariest part wasn't just that he'd been there, it was
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that I hadn't known. And if it weren't for the power
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outage, I might never have found out.
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