CREEP

CREEP: Spare key

    I was seventeen years old and still living at home with my parents. Because everyone was out on a Friday night, I invited a couple of my pals around. We were relaxing in the basement, smoking a cigarette and playing video games when the conversation turned to politics. I sent two of my pals upstairs to fetch some food from the pantry, which they found. After a few seconds, they dashed down the stairs, shouting my name in excitement. Someone has just driven into my driveway, according to them. I can hear the dog start to stress out a little bit. Thinking my folks are home, I panic and rush to conceal the m*******a and pipe that had been sitting close to the back door.

    I took a few steps up the stairs and peered out of the window. Despite the fact that there was no vehicle in the driveway, my dog was still freaking out. I walked outside to check if there was anybody else around. It was late, almost midnight, and very cold. I was barefoot and ill-prepared for the occasion. Despite my trembling and nervousness, I went around my home and discovered nothing. Back inside, I brought my dog with me down to the basement and attempted to unwind a little.

    The sound of a massive smashing sound may be heard around twenty minutes later. Something had burst directly in front of the home, according to the sound it made. We rushed out the back door and saw a vehicle twisted around a tree in my neighbor's front yard, just beside the road. We immediately went inside. My dog has begun to stress out once again. It happened to be my brother's vehicle. I had gone with my parents to my aunt's house and had left my brother's vehicle in the garage while they were gone. I dashed inside to check it out, but there was no one there.

    I quickly dialled my brother's phone, completely freaked out. When he picked up the phone, I was relieved and perplexed at the same time. He gave me the instruction to contact the authorities. He returned home. The cops arrived and had a look around. Everyone was asked to make a statement, and they did (we hid the fact that we were high pretty well). As the tow vehicle was hauling my brother's car out of the front yard, the police got a report about a break-in down the street. It was at this point that the tow truck was called. They left one officer with us, and the rest of the team went to respond to the call on their own.

    After further investigation, it was discovered that a gang of individuals had been driving around my area, breaking into homes and taking vehicles from garages. When the thief took my brother's vehicle, I happened to be in the home. At one point, I may have even gone right by him without noticing. When they apprehended the gang, one of the men seemed to have been wounded, as if he had been involved in a vehicle accident. He was the one who had stolen into my home and taken everything. I was familiar with him. He had graduated from my high school when I was a freshman, so I knew what he was like. He had to house-sit for us while we were away. In the house, he knew where the extra keys were stored, and he knew that if one of us was home, the doors would be open, so he waited until it was just me and the dog alone in the house before breaking in.

    Despite the fact that it was not a paranormal event, the fact that the man had waited for me or any of my other family members to be alone at home before breaking in still makes me feel uncomfortable to this day. The thought that I was so totally ignorant of my surroundings at the time that I would have let the man get the better of me if he had violent intentions makes me feel uneasy. The thought that someone we had trusted to look after our home while we were away would return a couple of years later and do something like that makes me feel sick to my stomach.