I have said this for the past three years
Summer is of the devil.
Nothing but evil can come from a hot climate and half-naked people (insert joke here)
Summer 2011: I came from doing some Father’s Day shopping with my mom to discover my father had died in his sleep in his bed in our house.
Summer 2012: My grandmother gets sick suddenly and dies at home with me right in front of her.
Summer 2013: While my mom and I were in the comfort of our own home, a masked man breaks into our house, steals my sister’s television, and threatens to kill me in the process.
Scared is not even the word for it.
I don’t think that I have a word for it.
Completely, jumping-out-of-my-skin terrified sounds close enough.
It all begins with a story….
I have lived in this house since I was two months old.
I’ll be 25 in September.
I have resided in other locations, such as my university dormitory, but this has always been my home
We have never had any trouble on this street. EVER.
Nothing news-worthy, or terribly awful
It has been a quiet and wonderful street.
Everyone knows everyone.
Everyone is pretty nice.
And then, four years ago, we got new next door neighbors.
And, as the old saying goes, “There went the neighborhood.”
A woman and her two sons moved in next to us.
Then came the loud music.
Then came the pit bull who was running away from the house to sit on our porch.
A pit bull RUNNING AWAY!
By the way, the house is less than 50 feet away on the left hand side.
I had to physically pick up the dog one time and take it back to the house.
You know that you have trouble when a pit bull runs away from a residence to the house next door.
But anyway, fast forward a few months to yesterday.
I am a very intuitive person.
I have wisdom and discernment.
I have not experienced a lot of things in my short life, but I do know feelings.
I have not been feeling safe for a long time now.
I even asked my best friend, who is in the Army, to teach me how to shoot a gun.
I was desperate.
I wanted to not jump out of my skin every time I got ready to leave the house
I wanted to not feel like something awful was going to happen to someone that I loved.
I wanted security
But anyway, with the events of yesterday
My mom and I were at home
Her car was in the garage.
My sister was away, meeting a friend for dinner after work
Everything seemed normal, but didn’t.
I had been having a peculiar feeling all day, and expressed this to my mom.
She co-signed, stating that she was feeling the same way.
I thought nothing more of it.
I figured that I just needed to get some fresh air, and decided that maybe I should take a run around the neighborhood.
I had done it numerous of other times, and was okay with leaving the house.
But something told me to stick around.
I had been walking around the house
I had gone downstairs and gotten some clothes out of the dryer.
I was folding them up in my mom’s room
Everything seemed to be “okay.”
About 15 minutes later, we heard a loud thump.
We both asked each other about it, but since we have a dead tree awfully close to the house, we thought that it was simply the tree bark falling agai1nst the house.
We are in our rooms.
My mom has her door open and her light on, watching tv.
I was in my room watching my favorite Korean drama online.
Just then, I heard some rustling in my sister’s room.
If you seen a layout of our house, everything is very close together upstairs.
The wall conjoining my sister’s bedroom with mine is very thin.
I can practically hear every move she makes in there.
I figured that she was home from work.
I kept hearing some loud ruckus.
I went into the hallway, when suddenly a Black teenager dressed all in black, with an orange mask came out and said,
“Bitch, get the fuck away from me before I kill you, hoe.”
I thought it was a joke
I couldn’t believe that it was real.
But I could see that he had my sister’s tv in his hands
That’s when I realized that we were being robbed in BROAD DAYLIGHT.
I ran into my mom’s room and closed and locked the door.
I told her to call the police; we had just had someone break into our house.
She called and there were here in minutes, with guns drawn.
They went through our house to make sure no one was still there.
I immediately began to think that the neighbors next door were responsible
My mom tried to quiet me, telling me not to accuse anyone with evidence.
I knew in my heart though.
In my spirit
in my being.
I knew that the next door neighbors were responsible.
My mother and I were forced outside by people with barely any decent clothes on and no shoes
We were told to get behind a police car.
It was like something out of a damn movie.
I still struggle with the disbelief over the entire event.
The police asked me what I saw.
I described the robber in great detail, right down to the sweat I smelled on his shirt.
We were that close to each other.
I told them that I had an inkling that the next door neighbors were involved.
They went over there
Minutes later, they came out with my sister’s tv in hand
They arrested the two brothers
A few minutes after that, they came out with the mask
They had reason to enter the house because the oldest kept trying to go for the basement, which is where the tv was laid.
They were 22 and 17.
Some other things occurred, but I won’t bore anyone with those details.
All I can say is this: It doesn’t take much to have all of your personal security “stolen” from you
My mom, sister, and I are all getting guns and permits to carry.
We are always getting the house decked out with alarm systems and cameras.
It sad that you can stay right next door to someone, and be violated by them when they decide to enter your home.
I’m shocked and disgusted.
Definitely two of the world’s dumbest criminals.
Not what I expected on a Friday night….