Thursday, December 2, 2010


So we had something weird happen last night. The Hubs and I were both sitting at our respective computers in the office, which is in the front of the house, and our desk faces the window. At 10:15 p.m., I suddenly look up to see a man walk in front of our windows, up to our porch, and ring the doorbell. At 10:15??? My heart immediately started pounding.

We went to the door, and I left the latch on but opened it a crack. He asked if we could give him $5 to get back to his car. I'm sorry, I said - I don't have any cash. Which was true - I NEVER have cash. I just wanted to SHUT THE DOOR. Totally creeped out. He walked back down the steps and towards the neighbor's house, as I went into the kitchen to grab our phone and call our neighborhood security patrol. They drove by, but by the time they got there, the man was gone.

Immediately I felt conflicted - guilty yet obviously wary and suspicious. I mean, who comes to someone's door at 10:15 and asks for money? How was $5 going to help him get to his car? Did he need gas? Why not walk to the gas station down the road and ask someone there for the money? But what if it was ME in that situation, and I really needed help, and just knocking on someone's door at that moment was my only option? Should I have offered to make a phone call for him? But we live near a hospital - in fact, can see it from our back yard. If someone needed help, wouldn't it be more logical to go to a public building like a hospital?

I went to our basement and turned on the outdoor lights to check the backyard. One of the things that I have always loved most about our home is the fact that our backyard is surrounded by trees, so it's completely private. Last night was the first time that was completely unsettling to me. I turned on our motion sensor lights, and the front porch light, and left them on. Had a hard time falling asleep.

I'm a VERY light sleeper anyway, so when something like this happens, well, I can kiss a lot of sleep goodbye. I woke up still thinking about it, and decided I would call the non-emergency police line to ask their opinion on it - and whether I should've called them last night. They said yes, it was okay to call, and they could at the very least send out a cruiser to make sure the man wasn't in distress.

Ugh - I HATE when things like this happen - not that they do very often. This is the first time at the house we currently live in that we have had such an experience, but I did have a similar one in our previous home. A women came to our door at 11 p.m., with a truck in the driveway that had its brights on such that I couldn't see if there was a driver in the truck or not. She was agitated, and asked if I would drive her to the airport because she needed to pick up her son. We live almost AN HOUR from the airport. It was ELEVEN at night. I had NO IDEA who she was. Uhhhh, no, I cannot drive you to the airport. Do you need me to call the police for you? No, she said, she had already been to the police and they wouldn't help her. Shady. Well, what am I supposed to do? She asked. Ummmm, there is a church not far from here, maybe someone would be there who could help you. I had no idea what else to tell her - I just wanted her gone. I DID call the police that night, and told them she had been to the police station but no one would help her. No, they said, no woman had been in asking for help.

I have no idea if she truly needed help (I suspect not) or was up to something sketchy (I suspect so). Our current neighborhood is definitely nicer than the one we moved from (which was still good, but just an older neighborhood). It's so easy to feel safe and comfortable and insular in one's home. My hope is that whoever came to our door last night, if he truly needed help, found it.
What would you have done in a similar situation? Have you ever been in a similar situation?

Apologies for the slightly creepy post, but it's now 10:50, and I'm sitting here typing away, and it is the first thing on my mind tonight, unfortch. I need to go watch some Jon Stewart or Conan before I go to bed now. Blech.
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Kelly said...

That is so creepy!!! I have never had that happen to me, but I suspect that I would do the same thing you did. That story gave me chills!!

Jenny said...

You handled it the right way. I would have probably just hidden, that's what my Mom taught me to do as a latch key kid - if anyone comes to the door just HIDE! I would have lost sleep too. I'm sorry you had to go through that, I feel for you!

406 Olivia said...

Yikes! That is a scary story! I imagine I would've done EVERYTHING you did, right down to obsessing and feeling guilty about handling it wrong (possibly).
At our house, there are loaded handguns--very common in Montana--and it mos def lends a sense of security...

besswess said...

Why did you answer the door? I just never answer. That is so creepy. Glad you are ok. Thanks for the visit to my blog. I love yours!