Bump in the Night

Breda’s post brings up a recent story.

I was heading home from Maine from my recent surgery course, and my cell phone rings. It was Mrs. Weer’d asking if I was home.

“Nope I’m still on the highway, I’ll be home soon!”

She told me she’d heard a noise downstairs. I told her it WASN’T me, and she should be loading up the gun.

She did, while I was still on the phone, and once armed stuck her nose into the hall and noted that she didn’t hear anything more.

I told her she might want to call the non-emergency police line and just have a cruiser give a fly-by and look for anything awry. She said she didn’t feel that was necessary, and instead shut the door to the room and talked with me until I got home.

I got home shortly thereafter and told her I’d do a quick sweep of the perimeter, then I’d come in can call up to her.

Long-story short, there were some items knocked over on our front porch, probably by drunk, or rambunctious kids just being wild. No harm, no foul…but VERY scary for both of us.

Being home alone does get creepy. I live in an old house that creaks and makes noises. When there are others in the house you assume its just somebody moving, when you’re alone you don’t know WHAT it is.

Of course no need to shoot anybody, and not even a need to get the cops involved (and wait for them to find time to swing by) she had a gun, if things got ugly, she had the power to make them ugly back.

Its my generally feeling that horrible fear ONLY comes to those who are out of options, and are at the mercy of fate or luck.

Be safe out there!