My daughter bought a house in L.A. about four years ago and has always felt safe there. It has a detached garage but that has never bothered her. Last week she went on a date after work and arrived home around eleven. She heard rustling in the bushes on the street and thought it was raccoons. A man came out of those bushes and started to walk up her driveway mumbling about something she couldn’t hear. She jumped back into the garage, closed the door, called 911, and waited.
Of course, when the police arrived the man was nowhere to be found. From her description the cops thought he might have been on drugs, or drunk. They also wondered if he had climbed a back fence from the street below. That bothers me. She’s convinced it had to be some random act, and not someone waiting for her. Here she is with my big Akita, Nikki. Maybe she needs to get a dog.She’s calm about it, but I can tell it shook her up. She’s normally home by about six p.m. on that day, straight from work. She said one thing this brought home to her was not to take things for granted, and to always be aware of her surroundings. She’d often sit in her car in the garage and finish a phone call, or collect things from the back seat, with the door still open. She said she’ll never do that again.
This reminded me of when I was a young woman living alone in Sydney. I had the basement section of a brownstone that had been turned into an apartment. I was an RN, worked the 3-11 shift, and I left at the same time of day and arrived home on the same bus every night. Half a block from my place was a very popular hotel and bar.
One night I arrived home close to midnight to find my front door open a crack. I went to the hotel and called the police. (This was pre-cell phones.) They checked out the apartment and then I went in to find nothing missing, nothing out of place. We figured I hadn’t locked the door and the wind had opened it. To this day I doubt it, because I’m compulsive about locking doors. However, I had no other incidents the entire time I lived there, although I did switch my hours to 7-3 shortly after. So, changing my hours and my habits might have kept me safe. Who knows?
Have you ever experienced anything like this?