Well, last night i was up really, really late doing my schoolwork along with Skyping with my friend. Around 3AM or so, i heard someone ring on the doorbell outside and that's when i realized that something was wrong because if someone is ringing your doorbell at such an hour, your neighbor is either passed out on his kitchen floor while foaming at the mouth, or someone saw something at your house. I have a window in my room that looks down to the living room, and i heard my parents rustling around outside so i went out of my room and my dad told me that there policemen outside and that someone was in the house, go back inside my room, so i did that.
A few minutes later, there was a knocking on the door of my room and i opened it. Two cops with machine guns and Kevlar vests asked me if i was okay and i said yes. They then asked me to step outside of the room, which i did, and they went inside, searched around, determined that there was nothing and no one inside and left. I asked my mom what happened and she said she woke up around midnight and heard a noise. Her own room has a window that overlooks the entire upper floor of our house, so due to her uneasy feeling, she decided to peek out and saw a man walking up the stairs, eyeing and making his way towards my bedroom. she then quickly locked her door quietly and called the police.
I never saw the man, he never came to my room, and i am thankful that i was awake at this particular moment. My theory is that he saw me turning off my lights and thus deduced that i was still awake, therefore turning around to avoid any problems. My mother corroborated that when she first looked out and saw the man, the lights in my room were turned on, and when the police arrived and she finally left her room to go outside, my lights were turned off. I don't know what i would have done if he had reached my room and tried to come in.
Forensic people came to dust for fingerprints but i am actually dismayed at their conduct. Before majoring in my current major, i had believed and planned for 5 years that i was going to become a forensic scientist specializing in blood spatter analysis and/or ballistics, so to say that forensic science is a interest of mine would be an understatement. They went to the point of entry of the intruder, snapped some pictures and didn't do much. Heck, they even touched it without putting on gloves. They told my parents that this case was hopeless and there's little to no chance that the burglars would get caught. When i learnt of this, i was truly and genuinely disappointed at how they conducted themselves and the investigation. And now, i am torn between relief and despair that i won't be a forensic scientist in this country; relieved because i won't be one of them and live in that culture of work, despair because i won't be one of them and change how things are done in this country.
Eventful night, to say the least.
2 jugs of lemonade:
This creeps me out but tickles me at the same time. Your mom seeing some creepy guy making his way towards your door, you being up at unholy hours of the morning, finding out that some strange man may have gone to your door and you concern yourself with your mixed feelings on not becoming a forensic scientist in this country. It's understandable, but maybe it's the way I read the whole thing in my head that made it kinda funny for me. That and the fact that I am also more or less pulling an all-nighter so sleep-deprivation is probably messing with my head, right now.
At least nothing too crazy happened!
I suppose it's one of those things where you distract yourself from what actually happened to thinking about something else, and coincidentally, it was the fact that these forensic people were there and honest to God, that really way all i could think of on that night.
I too am thankful that nothing too crazy happened!
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