It was a cold winter night.....(continue (own story))
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My heart started to pound out of my chest when I turned around and saw a man in my window looking right at me! He was wearing a black trench coat and hat. As soon as we made eye contact he started breaking my window. I tried to scream for help but nothing would come out of my mouth. I was scared speechless!
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me hoping he would just leave. I had my cell phone and tried calling 911 but got a busy signal every time. Within a few minutes the man had entered my house and started banging on the bathroom door!
After several minutes I heard a door slam shut. As soon as I felt safe I opened the door and looked around. I knew this person was after something but I didn't know what. All my drawers were opened and clothes were everywhere on the floor. My mattress had been moved and the special box with my father’s ring was missing. Was the man that entered my house after my fathers ring? How did he know where to find it? Was he watching me through my bedroom window all along?
Why did he come after the only thing left to me? It wasn’t worth any money but very dear to my heart. My father wore his horseshoe ring for as long as I could remember. After I heard a loud knock on my door I woke up. Was I just dreaming, or did I pass out from fear? After a few minutes I was alert and looked around my house. There was no broken window and my clothes were neatly stacked in my drawers. The event felt so real while it was happening and scared me to death.
When we loose a loved one we try to hold onto there belongings feeling comforted that there is still a part of them with us. His ring makes me feel safe like he is protecting me from up above. I wear it everyday now around my neck so it will never get misplaced or stolen. I stopped having that nightmare and now the vision of him in his bed haunts me in my dreams. I don’t want to remember that sight and pray that someday the old memories will come back into my mind.
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It was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn't notice the black car parked across the road. I realized something was wrong when I could see someone hovering around the car. I wasn't sure if it was safe to go to the car to investigate but my instincts dragged me from the gate of my building to across the road and next to the car. What happened in that half an hour is what I call my most unforgettable memory.
I could see a man pacing up and down, drenched and injured. At first when I saw him, he looked inebriated as he was losing his balance now and then. But as I went near him, I was sure it was the injury and not any substance that was causing him to tip.
Excuse me Sir! Can I help you? I asked him. He seemed to be in a state of shock. I tried calling out to him but he continued going round and round his car. I was not comfortable reaching out to him physically and I thought he might attack me in his condition. But there was no one I could call as my phone had switched off after getting wet in the rain. Also, if I went home, which was just across the street, my over-protective mother would panic and wouldn't let me help him. So there I was, feeling helpless and angry, because I decided to help someone without knowing what to do.