A few weeks ago, I left for work in the morning and there was a boy’s bike in my front yard. No biggy, kids leave bikes laying all over. But it seemed odd to me because my house is about 3 feet from the sidewalk. There’s this steep little hill right next to my stairs, and the bike was leaning against the little hill. When I got home from work it was still there. So I call the police station and they told me to leave it overnight and if it was still there to call back. Well, it was still there, but instead of calling back, my daughter put it in the paper under lost and found. We still have it.
Monday, I leave for work in the morning and right infront of the telephone pole in front of my house is a blue duffel bag. Just sitting there right next to the curb. When I get home from work, it’s still there. So I go over to look at it and it’s open. It has some clothes and papers from a temp. agency in it. I felt the side pockets and there was something in there so I unzip it and there’s a heavy used pot pipe. So I call the police station and told them what I’d found. This time they came right over. So I show the cop the papers with the name on it and he says “Oh, we just had a warrant come in on him today!” So off he went with the bag.
This morning a back out of the driveway and there’s another boy’s bike. It’s leaning on the little hill just like the other one. It’s even facing the same way. I’m not going to call the cops, they’ll think I’m nuts!
A few weeks ago my husband called me. He was home from work and said a bunch of junk was left on our doorstep. It included: a trailer (the flat kind you attach to the back of a truck), a large toolbox (4 feet long, 4 feet deep), a gas grill, gas canister for said grill, a pair of shoes, a small exercise trampoline and assorted garden accessories.
We ended up giving it away, but it was weird. This stuff was left parked literally 4 feet from my front door.
I once found a vacuum cleaner on the porch when I lived with my parents. They didn’t order one or anything and we had no idea where it came from. I eventually ended up giving to a friend of mine who needed one.
I found a grocery bag full of soap, on my front porch. It also contained coupons for more soap. I think it may have been intended for my neighbors. But there was no way in hell, I was going over there and hand them a bag of soap, and say “here, I think this is for you.” They were funky AND scary. I got my husband to drop it off at a local shelter.
I just checked and the bike is still there, except it has moved about 2 feet south. If it manages to move about another 3 feet I can back over the evil thing with my car.
Someone once put two large chocolate bars outside my apartment door, knocked on the door and ran away. Neither my roommate nor myself knew anybody in the building, and nobody we knew ever mentioned it. Been a quarter of a century, and I’m still wondering about it.