Imagine waking up to loud bangs of glass being thrown around in the room next to you, this was my saturday night. I looked up at the clock from where I was laying on Kristin's couch and it read 5:30 a.m. The banging and glass throwing continued and laying on the couch paralyzed from fear, I had no idea what to do.
All the sudden, a person appeared in the doorway and I started shaking. I noticed it was a girl in the hallway, she had long blonde hair, so I figured it was one of our friends who spends a lot of time in their house. The way she was walking was creepy though, like she was possessed, she walked into the front room and my mind was racing with ideas of what to do, should I run upstairs? should I go get Kristin or her roommate? But every time I thought to do something, I would get paralyzed and not be able to do any of those things.
Finally she came back into the room where I was sleeping and realized that I was on the couch and started staring at me while I tried to decide if I should say something to her or just go upstairs or turn the lights on or what, so I pretended to sleep, but was really actually squinting to make sure she didn't do anything crazy, or like try to touch me or hurt me or whatever. She turned around and walked into the closet and put on Kristin's North Face jacket, then walked back into the kitchen. Right when I couldn't see her anymore, I sprinted up the stairs and have never tripped so much in my life (if only I was wearing my Power Balance bracelet...darn). I hit my head on the stairs, but my adrenaline was going so I kept going and finally got to Kristin's room.
I woke Kristin up telling her that her neighbor was possessed and breaking stuff downstairs and she just rolled over and told me to go to bed. As I rolled over, I couldn't fall asleep because I was still in absolute shock of what had just happened. (Remember at the time I thought it was their neighbor still). Not until that moment did I realize that I was shaking because Kristin told me to "quit that." I was restless all night long and I finally decided I would just go home. But before I went home, I told Kristin to come downstairs with me to figure out what happened in their kitchen and what the loud noises were. We walked downstairs to all of the lights turned on, the front door and screen door wide open and we turned into the kitchen and the back door had been broken into. Two of the glass pieces had been shattered, so that this person could unlock the back door to their house from the outside. There was glass all over the floor.
We called our friend to make sure it wasn't just her being drunk, and it wasn't because I don't think she would do that. When we looked further, we noticed that all of my stuff from my purse was poured out on the table and that my money was missing from it. Kristin looked in her purse and she had $20 missing. Then I remembered the girl putting on Kristin's North Face jacket and that was gone.
Walking downstairs was like on Christmas morning when you are so excited to see what you can find, but instead of being great presents, we were looking for things that were missing. Looking back, I would have done things completely differently and would have turned on the lights or talked to her or called the police.
Speaking of the police...we called them that morning and when the cop asked me if I had been drinking, I wasn't thinking about the fact that I am underage and could get in trouble for saying yes, instead I was thinking about being a good person and telling the truth. How do I get repaid for this? A threat that I might be getting a Dean's Citation. Although at that time I did not get one, it is possible that I could, so right now I'm living on edge in fear that I might be getting one because honestly I don't even know what it is. It just doesn't make sense to me that if you are trying to do a good thing that you could get in trouble.
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