Hiding From Scary Intruder – Childhood Memory

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“You can’t stop being afraid just by pretending everything that scares you isn’t there.” – quote by Michael Marshall

We were visiting my grandmother one night, me, my sister, and our parents. One of my aunts was also living there with her husband. My father and my uncle decided to go out for a few hours that night, why I’m not exactly sure. I remember my mom, my aunt, and my grandmother all being in the kitchen talking and laughing. Me and my sister were in the living room watching something on t.v. We had many evenings like this before, as we visited my grandmother about every other weekend. Never had any problems before. But one night, in the middle of things, there was a unexpected knock at the front door.

My mother answered the door, and spook to a man, and although I’m not sure what he wanted, I do know that it was around 9:30pm. She closed the door afterwards, and went back to talking with my grandmother. But around 10 minutes later, someone knocked on the front door again, but this time, their knocking was a lot harder. My mom and aunt did not open the door that time, and my mom spoke to them from behind the locked door. Apparently, the person behind the door wanted to come in, but that wasn’t going to happen.  So, whoever was outside, tried to open the door with the doorknob. We could see the doorknob being turned from the outside. Worried, my mom told my sister to take me into the bedroom, and to hide in the closet. Remember, during this time, there weren’t all the cell phones like we have now, so my mother couldn’t call my father for help. But they did try and call the police, but the phone line was dead. So now, everyone was scared, including me. She told us to not come out, and to wait for her to come and get us.

My aunt, my mom, and my grandmother, they all ran around the house, checking to make sure that the back door was locked, and all the windows as well. In the meantime, my sister told me to stay inside the closet, and she left me alone for a few minutes. When she returned, she had a large knife in her hand. And to a young girl, it probably looked twice as large as it really was, but regardless, it was still a knife. At that point, I knew that we were in trouble. I was very scared, we all were.

My sister kept the closet door slightly open, just enough to see out of, and we could hear our mom and aunt crying, scared. My sister told me to stay behind her, to protect me. She held onto that knife for dear life. We both didn’t know exactly what we would do if a stranger came and opened the closet, but just having it made us feel safer.

When it got quieter, we both looked out the closet, and at the window that was by the bed. We saw a shadow walking by, slowly, and they were trying to see if the window would open, but it was locked. I remember that I was holding onto my sister so tightly that my hands were hurting. She whispered, “don’t say anything”. And we saw the shadow leave. A few minutes later, my mom came and checked on us, and when she saw my sister standing there with a knife in her hand, all she said was, “pray you don’t have to use that, but good thinking.”

It felt like a long time pasted, but then my father and uncle came home. When they came inside, we could hear everyone yelling at them, telling them what was going on, about the stranger that was trying to get into the house. My father stayed with us, and my uncle went to get the police. They found shoe prints outside by the windows, including by the bedroom where me and my sister were hiding.

The police never caught anyone, at least not that night. They said that there had been a few recent break-ins in that area, but never when someone had been home. So whoever it was, wasn’t scared that there were women inside the house, and they were probably watching and saw the men leave the house.

The next day, my uncle had a security system put in, and lights all around the outside. My father never let us stay overnight again, and whenever we did visit grandma, he never left us again.

I can still see my sister, holding onto that knife. She was going to protect us, no matter what. She’s always been the brave one, and I love her for it, everyday.  You never know what can happen, and sadly, the world isn’t filled with only good people. I’m just glad that it ended the way that it did that night.

Peace.

 

 

 

 

 

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