Two years ago when I was living in an old, not-very-secure, two story house in the boonies, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of thumping on the front porch. Both the front and back door had glass windows which could easily be broken in addition to locks that didn’t really lock that well.
It was just me and my then 6yr old daughter asleep upstairs.
I had just started using a cellphone as my only phone and unfortunately didn’t get reliable reception at this house. Downstairs in the kitchen was usually the best spot. The kitchen walls were mainly comprised of uncovered windows. Not the most inconspicous spot to make a call for help.
thump
thump
Back and forth for what felt like hours. Part of me thought it might just be an animal stuck under the porch. But the bottom of the porch was securely, screened in with lattice.
thump
THUMP
Indescernible vocal sounds.
Filled with fear, but dreading looking like a fool, I call 911. No reception. After stealthily moving all around the room, I finally find a spot where I can make a call - so I called again. Apologizing profusely, I relay the situation, my fear and possible rationalization to the operator.
Five minutes later I hear movement in the bushes on the side of the house. The person moves slowly, but steadily, circling the house. The screen door on the porch opens and shuts.
thump
thump
My heart firmly lodged in my throat, I grab my dearly departed mother’s wooden billy cub. She had kept this under her bed from the time my brother’s and I were just babes until her death. Precisely for situations such as this. Creeping to the top of the stairs I see a shadow* on the living room floor.
Suddenly a beam of light shines through the glass. The door handle rattles.
crunch I never knew the sound of tires on a gravel road could be so heavenly.
Turns out the guy on the porch was a cop. They had been in the area on patrol when I called in which is why they could respond so quickly. One of the cops had approached on foot in order to surprise the possible intruder with the other cop following in the car with the headlights off for the same reason.
When they looked through the window and saw the disarray my living room (I had started cleaning out a couple closests and stuff was all over the floor) they insisted on coming in to make sure that we were alright and noone was holding a gun to my head. They also took the time to check out the gardens* surrounding the house and the two next door neighboors (one of the houses was vacant and the terrain provided excellent hiding spots. They also checked under the porch to see if anything was under there.
Of course they didn’t find anything. One of the officers thought that maybe a stray animal had gotten on the porch and was making the noise. I felt like such a paranoid fool, especially since they went through so much effort to check out the surrounding area. But they were very kind and understanding.
It wasn’t until I was ready to move a few months later that I found out the reason the cops were patrolling the area was because there had been a lot of drug activity about a mile down the road. And that my landlord - who lived in the house next door during the summer and occasionally in the winter - had been informing on the neighbors. Who weren’t very happy with her.
The cops were fantastic though - from then on they made sure to include my house in their patrol area, just in case.
*The front porch had a motion detector light which came on when the cop entered the porch, causing him to cast a shadow through the door window. The landlord, when she purchased the house many moons ago, had landscaped half of the yard as a formal garden with paths lined with hedges, fountains, ponds and statues. Pretty nicely done too.