WhiteBear
Jedi Master
I'm not quite sure where this should be posted, so I'll post it here.
I usually talk to my wife on the cell phone when she walks home from work in the afternoon. Today, as we're talking, she unlocks the door, steps in, and says, "That's weird, my med kit is open in the middle of the living room floor." My wife is a Type 1 diabetic and the kit holds her pen-injectors of insulin, needles, and other meds.
My initial thought to tell her was, "Step back out and call the police." This wasn't what I said. I didn't want to over-react, so I told her, "Make sure there's nobody else in the apartment." She laughed, because we live in a two-room apartment and most of it is visible when you walk in the door.
She was still sort of chuckling when she walked into the bedroom and cut loose the most frightening, blood-chilling scream I've ever heard, then her phone went dead. It was like a scene from a horror movie.
I called "911" and gave the police my address and that there was someone in the apartment with my wife, and to please go check it out. While I was on the phone with the police, I got a "call waiting" beep, but, being on the emergency line, I couldn't just hang up and respond to the new call, I just had to sweat it out while the police took down my address and complaint.
When I was done with the police, I called my wife's number. She picked up (I half expected it to not be her, but the intruder, answering), and said he was gone, had pushed past her and left, and could I PLEASE leave work and come home.
Interesting things about this...we've been living here for 8 years, and neither we, nor our neighbors, have had anything like this happen...not even -remotely- like a daylight break-in.
This happens 3 days after I find this board.
My wife, who is a trained observer, only had the following description of the intruder.
-He was short, about 5 feet tall.
-He was stocky.
-He had a dark ball-cap.
No skin color, no discernible features...in fact, when we talked more about him later, she got a horrified look on her face and said, "He didn't have a FACE, he didn't have a FACE."
I had assumed that the phone line had gone dead when she screamed because she dropped the phone. She hadn't. She had been holding it the whole time, screaming after the departing intruder, "Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?"
I'm not a believer in coincidence. I don't have proof, but I believe this invasion was linked in some way to our waking up. I also believe the intent was not to do physical harm, but to cause fear. I refuse to be frightened away from this new knowledge...but then, they didn't come after -me-.
Has anyone else had any problems similar to this? Is this a normal part of "waking up"?
I usually talk to my wife on the cell phone when she walks home from work in the afternoon. Today, as we're talking, she unlocks the door, steps in, and says, "That's weird, my med kit is open in the middle of the living room floor." My wife is a Type 1 diabetic and the kit holds her pen-injectors of insulin, needles, and other meds.
My initial thought to tell her was, "Step back out and call the police." This wasn't what I said. I didn't want to over-react, so I told her, "Make sure there's nobody else in the apartment." She laughed, because we live in a two-room apartment and most of it is visible when you walk in the door.
She was still sort of chuckling when she walked into the bedroom and cut loose the most frightening, blood-chilling scream I've ever heard, then her phone went dead. It was like a scene from a horror movie.
I called "911" and gave the police my address and that there was someone in the apartment with my wife, and to please go check it out. While I was on the phone with the police, I got a "call waiting" beep, but, being on the emergency line, I couldn't just hang up and respond to the new call, I just had to sweat it out while the police took down my address and complaint.
When I was done with the police, I called my wife's number. She picked up (I half expected it to not be her, but the intruder, answering), and said he was gone, had pushed past her and left, and could I PLEASE leave work and come home.
Interesting things about this...we've been living here for 8 years, and neither we, nor our neighbors, have had anything like this happen...not even -remotely- like a daylight break-in.
This happens 3 days after I find this board.
My wife, who is a trained observer, only had the following description of the intruder.
-He was short, about 5 feet tall.
-He was stocky.
-He had a dark ball-cap.
No skin color, no discernible features...in fact, when we talked more about him later, she got a horrified look on her face and said, "He didn't have a FACE, he didn't have a FACE."
I had assumed that the phone line had gone dead when she screamed because she dropped the phone. She hadn't. She had been holding it the whole time, screaming after the departing intruder, "Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?"
I'm not a believer in coincidence. I don't have proof, but I believe this invasion was linked in some way to our waking up. I also believe the intent was not to do physical harm, but to cause fear. I refuse to be frightened away from this new knowledge...but then, they didn't come after -me-.
Has anyone else had any problems similar to this? Is this a normal part of "waking up"?
