I’m home alone. Doors locked, alarm on. Standard day.
From the basement, I hear a voice upstairs. Then more. Shit. :eek:
The alarm didn’t go off and the dogs aren’t barking.
Luckily, I have things available to me for protection. Not wanting to make noise or compromise my hearing or position, I press the panic button on the alarm pad. Silently, the police will come.
They’re still talking up there, yelling, now, but they must be in the den or kitchen because it’s too far away to make anything out.
I stay in the basement, because I don’t know who’s out there, and the stairs creak.
Then, my daughter starts screaming. “Dad, NO, Don’t let them take me! Noooo!” then silence.
Shit. She’s at school. What’s going on? Its ‘Taken’ right here, right now!
I bust up the stairs and into the dining room, ready to start shooting, but no one’s there, and it’s quiet now. I clear the house, yelling for her, but the place is empty.
The cops arrive, and tell me no one is outside, and no cars came out past them.
As I’m calling the school from the den with cops around, some subdued voices start coming from the kitchen. :eek:
We all turn around and sneak into the kitchen to find…
The digital photo frame is playing a movie clip of our family sitting around. The previous voices were from another clip of the kids playing on the beach. My nephews were picking up my daughter to throw her in the water. :smack:
Apparently, my wife decided to add a lot of pictures to the SD card in the frame, so she just grabbed a bunch of pictures and loaded them up. Sometimes the kids will flip the camera to movie mode and take some clips that way, and they end up in the mix in my picture folders.
Damn kids.
They’ll be the death of me yet.