This is a letter I wrote to all my neighbours…..
At 6:10 am Monday morning, my husband and I awoke to a man in our bedroom.
Him and young women broke into our home through the back garage door and tried to get away with our lap top and cell phones and who knows what else.
I awoke to noises which I thought was my 2 1/2 year old son playing with his toys, I nudged my husband and asked him to tell our son to go back to sleep because it was too early (I had been up with him from 4-430 because he had a bad dream) I rolled back over to check to see what time it was and noticed that it was 6:10 (WAY too early for him to be up) Then I heard footsteps…..heavy footsteps…..boots…..not the pitter patter of a 2 year old (who can now let himself out of his bedroom), coming down the hallway. My initial thought was, “what one of our friends is here and why so early??” The footsteps got louder and I hit my husband and said “Someone is in the house!” just then the intruder opened the door, not quietly but forcefully like he owned the place. There, 2 steps into our bedroom stood a 6 foot tall man (I say that term lightly because I think he was in his teens or early twenties), all dressed in black with his hoodie pulled up over his head. My husband shot up and said “Who are you?! What are you doing?!” (with a few expletives inserted throughout) Lucas jumped up and the guy changed his stance as if he was about to get into a fight and then took off down the hallway and out of the house through the garage. My husband is heavily tattooed and tall, so he probably scared the living daylights out of him….GOOD. Lucas was hot on his heels but he managed to get out through the garage, but he forgot something……his accomplice. She was putting her shoes on in the garage and yelling “I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I TOLD HIM NOT TO, I TOLD HIM NOT TO!” Now at this point, in hindsight, we could have grabbed her and held her until the cops came but my husband and I were just in our underwear and I am 6 months pregnant and still half asleep, so she got away while we were looking for something to protect ourselves with. (our neighbour just let us know that he saw a girl running from our house into a white pick up at that exact time). Meanwhile my son was soundly sleeping in his room. I checked on him immediately and thought to myself “what if he had gone into his room (across the hall from us)?, What if I was alone??” I realized then, just how lucky we were that no one was hurt and that nothing of real value was stolen. Yet I was still trying to wrap my head around what the hell had just happened. My 10 year old step son Evan, luckily was at his moms this weekend and was not around, which is good because he would have been traumatized (he is an early riser and would have been awake). Lucas got dressed and immediately went out to search for them, but to no avail. I called the cops and they were here in minutes with the canine unit and Ident for finger printing. I was very impressed.
What we assume happened was they came in through the back man door into the garage (which had accidentally been left unlocked – this was the first time it had been unlocked in 3 months, go figure) and then into our house from there, straight into the kitchen where my laptop and cell phone was sitting on the island. The girl started wrangling up property (this was the noise I heard that I thought was my son playing with his toys) as she was doing this, he came down to check out the bedrooms (now this is the part that bothers me….WHY? Why come down to the bedrooms at 6 in the morning when its clear that there are people home and could possibly be awake, WHY? What were you looking for?? A fight? A women alone? WHAT?….) When she heard my husband screaming at the guy she bolted into the garage to put her shoes on – weird, I know – she didn’t manage to get any of our property, he however, had my husbands vehicle keys – which was the only thing they managed to grab.
I did not panic, in fact, I don’t think I said a thing, it’s scarier now that I think about the situation rather than at the time because I could not comprehend what was happening….I was more worried about the safety of my child sleeping and the one that is growing in my belly. I am very proud of my husbands quick thinking and ability to chase this punk out of our house. I have never felt so violated in my life.
The cops had an idea of who the suspects might be but the shoe print we found did not match any of the suspects. Because he stole our car keys and the time of the morning that it happened, he suspects it may be a some teenagers, yes, TEENAGERS, from a local high school that are going around in the mornings stealing vehicles that are warming up before people go to work, joy riding then dumping them. In fact, the cop that was assigned to our case said he had just started his shift at 6am and was planning on heading to the school to see if he could catch these kids again….yes AGAIN…they have been arrested time and time again and the judicial system keeps letting them go with a slap on the wrist because they are “young”. How many times does this have to happen? Now that it has escalated to home invasion, will something be done??
Please accept this letter as a warning to all those in this neighbourhood to lock your doors ALL the time. We slipped up once and look what happened.
Though we didn’t see the guys face we got a good look at her. She is a caucasian female, mid-late teens, dark hair, between 5’2-5’6, thin, wearing smaller set glasses and a greenish hoodie/jacket and a back pack. He was 6’ tall and slim (we only saw his silhouette because it was still dark out.).