Typically, I don't like to carry personal defense devices with me to the bathroom, but last night I kept it by my side all the time Mel was at choir practice; there was a stalker who had been walking past our house, slowly, sneakily, several times a day.
I finally got nervous enough to mention this man to Mel. Since Mel sometimes works at night, and since I have a very vivid, active imagination, and since I was reading a scary novel, I did NOT want to be home alone without protection. I mean, this man not only walked in front of our house, but he turned the corner right beside the house and walked up the dead-end street. I know, because I watched him several times.
After I told Mel, he flexed his muscles and stood in the window while the man walked past, just so the stalker would see a strong man lived here. Mel even offered to stay home from choir practice. I insisted he needed to go, but I made sure I had my personal protection device within hand's reach everywhere I went. I also did the safest thing and emailed my GirlsWriteOut girls and asked for prayer. And so for the next hour, they kept me occupied emailing me back and forth. I didn't have much time to be afraid. And I had no opportunity to use my personal protection device. I planned to call the police today and find out what this man was doing circling our home all day long.
Well, today, I was letting one of the cats back in the kitchen window (they like entering by the window so they can get a better look at the food on the counter) and I saw the man. He was still walking very slowly, and he still wore his hooded camouflage jacket, but the wind had blown a little of his long, wild gray-white hair from under the hood. And he was muttering to himself. You cannot imagine my relief! Not only was he old enough to have gray hair, but he talked to himself, just like I do!
Then I called a neighbor and asked about him. She said his nickname in the community is Hillbilly. He lives in a house beside the trailer park where everyone goes to buy drugs, and he has four beautiful cats. Mel and I know because we've walked past that house, and have seen the cats. My neighbor said the man's harmless. Well, of course he is. He talks to himself and has animals.
And then later, while I was running errands, Mel saw him walk by again, and the man stopped for a moment and kind of shuddered. Mel ran and got the binoculars to get a better look at him.
"Honey, he didn't see you do that, did he?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so, but I'm a doctor. If he was in trouble, I had to be able to see if he needed help."
Well, there you go. Another problem solved. We don't have a stalker, after all.
Labels: home alone, Scary men
Typically, I don't like to carry personal defense devices with me to the bathroom, but last night I kept it by my side all the time Mel was at choir practice; there was a stalker who had been walking past our house, slowly, sneakily, several times a day.
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