Violated

A few mornings ago and before daylight, I felt my knee being touched/caressed. It couldn’t be my husband since he cannot roll from side to side.

I looked over the edge of my side of the bed to see a 20-something young man lying on the floor. He put his finger to his lips to imply “shhh”. I began screaming there was somebody in our room. Hubby thought I was dreaming. I kept screaming. I then got really angry and said “Get out of our house!!” That’s when Hubby realized it was real and he yelled also. He saw a crouched shadow leaving our room and heard the hall floor creak.

The creep hunched over as he got out of our room. I got out of bed and attempted to follow him, turning on lights as I went.

As I turned on the kitchen light, I saw he was on the deck, walking slowly away. I slammed the back door shut and called 911 and reported what happened and what he was wearing.

The lights in the house remained on and the stove was pushed in front of the back door. In 40 years, the back door has not had a lock. It does now.

There has been no update in the investigation in two days. Friday night I wasn’t afraid until it was time to turn the lights out. I was terrified.

Yesterday, I was angry. We’ve ordered security products. Today, I want to cry.

This is a rural-ish small town. Crime of the day is normally drunk driving. This is not like the town I grew up in. We stop in traffic to allow mama duck and her babies to cross. Doors aren’t locked. Windows are left open.

I hate that I’m allowing that creep to destroy my sense of security.

We are already dealing with Hubby’s MS. We don’t need this crap.