We called the cops and had the house 110 percent searched.
It took me a few minutes to even figure out what happened when I got home.
Tucked in the far corner of the house with a floor-level window, it was the perfect entry point.
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All in all, the value of the loot pilfered was probably just over $100, tops.
What they accomplished was shattering my soul and trust in the world more than anything else.
As they say, the best things in life are free.
Law enforcement didnt present me with any revelations I didnt already know.
I thanked them for the repair work and turned down the motel idea.
The police confirmed as such.
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I just asked if one of them could park out front until my boyfriend got there and they agreed.
Jacob arrived around 9 PM and the night moved on.
I told him all of the details and he didnt seem to be particularly concerned.
It wasnt easy, but I was eventually able to fall asleep.
I groaned and walked to the bathroom to relieve myself.
I forgot about the text by the time I got back to bed and didnt check it.
I wish I had.
I checked the text first thing in the morning.
It was from my mom.
Saw Jacobs post about what happened.
My mom actually had a great point.
I never even asked the cops how much they scoured the house.
They just said he ran off sometime before I got home and that was it.
Jacob and I never did a great job of checking either.
I woke Jacob up and told him we needed to search everywhere in the house.
He was tired and unhappy, but agreed to do it, with shotgun in-hand.
What we found underneath my bathroom sink horrified me.
I never even thought about it until we were in the midst of or all-encompassing sweep.
Jacob and I watched the footage on my laptop with a few cops hanging over our shoulders.
I could feel the heart of even the largest cop in the room stop as we watched the footage.
It started with the camera set up in my bedroom.
The angle the camera provided showed my bathroom through the open door.
He then slowly walked into my bedroom.
We got the slightest glimpse of a cherubic, round face cased by the hood of a sweatshirt.
The man in the hood stopped right at the foot of our bed.
He stood there for a good 10 seconds, staring at Jacob and I as we slept.
Then he walked out the bedroom door.
We watched the intruder simply walk out the front door at that point.
He even locked the front door on his way out.
The whole thing had a slight air of politeness in it, but it was in no way friendly.
The whole thing felt much more personal than opportunistic.Maybe that was his plan?
I never stayed another night in that house.
Even if Jacob, and his shotgun, are by my side.
I am forever rattled.
I have done my best to fight against it though.
My apartment had a little compartment beneath the sink when I moved in.
It does just a little bit to calm my nerves, but Ill never quite be the same.
