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When I first met hubby I would stay at his house at night sometimes. Early one morning we woke up to some bright lights and commotion in the backyard; his bedroom window faced the yard and the light woke us up. His cousin had committed a burglary and had run to hubby's house to hide (unbeknownst to us).
When we moved back to Utah from NC, we rented an apartment next to some crazy as hell people. We thought it was just the couple that lived there, but the girl's mom lived there too, and often had panic attacks or something. She would call 911 and then wouldn't answer when the cops showed up. We had cops over to our place asking if we knew if someone was home, and since we didn't know about the mother, we would tell the cops no one was home. One afternoon we heard strange noises coming from their place and hubby went to investigate. He saw the mother on the floor yelling for help...so he jumped through her window and had me call 911. The ambulance showed up and the EMTs casually strolled into the apartment, since it was a common occurance. She then proceeded to get pissed at the EMTs, cops, and hubby since she didn't call them. The couple wasn't any better. They would get pissed at each other and the girl would lock the guy out of the apartment, and he would pound on the door and threaten her. I was glad when we moved.
Most recently, we had someone try to kidnap a girl in the alleyway behind our apartment complex, and the lights from the police cars woke me up. I didn't know why they were there; they came by our house the next day and talked to hubby, asking if he had seen anyone suspicious. It kind of freaked me out, we live in a pretty good neighborhood and things like that are fairly uncommon around here.
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Formerly Medusa
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