It’s been a month or so since my sister’s Ipods were stolen. This house has been living on edge since.
Twice since the incident the minivan’s car alarm has gone off around 3 or 4 in the morning. Each time, a trio of men have stormed from the house in their underwear searching for the culprit. We haven’t found anyone yet.
Two nights ago, from my porch I could see my dad outside sneaking a stick behind his back as he checked the dark corners of the perimeter.
Last night, I slept with my window open. It’s been hot in the house because I think my mom’s been turning off the air conditioning. At 3, I woke up to a jolt because I heard a noise from outside.
I looked out my window from my bed. The motion-sensor lights were on.
In an unconscious moment, I had run down my stairs out my door. I surveyed the driveway and continued to run down the street. My eyes desperately searched for any movement.
There was none.
I found myself standing in middle of the street wearing only my shorts and sandals. In my right hand, I held a screwdriver in the reverse grip.
It makes me wonder what would have happened if I actually did find someone lurking in my yard.
