Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock. Click click.
In the middle of the night, a loud serious door knocks woke Karen and I up. It was a constant pattern of around 10 knocks, followed by an attempt to open the door, followed by more knocks. As I made my way toward the door, I attempted verbal communication with the unexpected guest, but the knocking just continued. At that point, I decided to bring in professional help: 911.
While the police were on their way and I was on the phone with the operator, and Karen was able to see that the person had long, blond hair. We had no idea whether this person was drunk, lost, or outright insane. When the police arrived, I was able to eavesdrop on part of the conversation: her name was Emily and she was 17 years old. She must have been drunk, and it was freezing outside (31 degrees)! Well, at least it wasn’t some psycho who recently got released from some mental institution.
The police also asked her about a cut on her hand, and shortly afterwards, the paramedics arrived to tend to her wounds. A police came to the door to explain the situation, and what I opened the door, I noticed what appeared to be an imagery from a R-rated horror movie…
The police explained that I should clean the door with a bleach solution and while we can press charges for trespassing, there’s no compelling reason to. He also mentioned to be careful of the broken pieces of glass that she got her cuts from…
Finally after cleaning the mess up, we were able to return to bed. It certainly was a peculiar event, but at least she’s in good hands now and return to her home, away from this cold, freezing night.
weird. glad you guys are safe. my dad would’ve brought out the gun o_O
I’m so glad that you guys are safe! I hope and pray that the girl will be OK. It sounds like she was lost, drunk, and didn’t know what was going on.
Whoa! I give you props for not going going out there and threatening to do kungfu moves and sing karaoke songs at her till she left. 🙂
What’s strange is that I had a dream just last night that someone was breaking into my house through the front door. Maybe I should check my front door for blood too?
woah! scary! well, good thing everything was under control. Hopefully the cleaning wasn’t too bad.
We realized the next day that there was also blood on our garage door as well, but it came right off. You know, we were wondering what would have happened had we gone to Jun’s wedding in Vegas this weekend, came back, and saw blood all over our house… That would have been even more disturbing.