The Night-time Creeper

My car was broken into last night, here in Suisun City. I had gone for a couple of drinks with Holli Hornlien after watching the Vacaville cast of Millie perform. They were delightful in many respects; not so delightful in others. The drinks were because we both like Manhattans.

The house I'm staying in is on Bay Street, a very nice little neighborhood; there are a lot of cars parked at night on the side spaces in the backyard side of the streets and so I was lucky to find one of my usual close ones. I thought I locked the car. I was drunk, though, so I may not have. But it is my habit always to lock the car.

When I came out today, my radio was gone, both doors were unlocked and the rear hatch was ajar, the little red indicator light glowing on the dashboard. They broke the glove compartment, too. So I don't know what to do about this, do I report it? Do I tell my insurance guy, who always raises the rates on my parents when things go awry? I don't really trust him. Sorry, Tony, but if you raise the rates, why should I report ANYTHING to you? It's probably less expensive to replace the radio, you fucktoad.

It's 2:36 am. I went to Denny's tonight with a couple cast members. We left at 2:11, it's not a long drive, so I was back here by about 2:23. I'm one space closer to the house I'm staying in, and I just sat in my car for a bit, thinking about the stolen radio. It occurred to me that it's late, and the same thieves are probably out tonight. I got out of my car and closed and locked my door, then went around to check the passenger side. It was locked.

I walked around to the driver's side and just looked off down the street toward the spot where my car was burgled last night. Still and silent in the moonlit night, I watched the minivan in that spot. And then something caught my attention beyond it. It looked as though someone on their knees was just crawling forward out of sight behind a truck, and what I was seeing was their right leg as it moved out of sight. It could also have been a black cat. But cats don't move like a leg.

I walked toward the truck, pretty far down the street, and at that moment the movement-sensor lights on that house went on. I was too far away to have been the cause of the lights; something near them had moved. I kept walking closer and became sharply aware of an electrifying sensation that I was being watched.

The closer I got to the truck, the more goosebumps rose on my arms and legs. My hackles were up, the hair on the back of my head and all down my spine standing up like thorns. As I stood looking toward the back of the truck, I was certain that if I stood there long enough or if I'd had a flashlight with me, I would be able to see the culprit. I know whoever was there could see me. I could sense them watching me. I know they know which car I got out of. I know they know I'm wise to their game.

At least I think I know all that. But the longer I stood there, the less certain I was that what I had seen was a thief's leg. The more I began to wonder if something darker, more sinister was lurking there in the shadows. Isn't that how it always is? Fred Jones' car was burgled last night and tonight, by God, he's going to get the motherfuckers! But when he charges into the bushes, he's waylaid by sharp-toothed toad minions of shadow who suck his soul out through his testicles.

So I walked away. And the farther I got away from the truck, the lower my hackles lay. Finally, as I let myself into Sue's house I began to feel more normal. But I was very aware of the relative insecurity of a house or a car. It's alarming to think that someone can break in while one is in one's home. Or while one is sleeping just down the way from where one left one's car.

But it's just plain chilling to consider what might have actually been waiting for me in the leafy moonshadowed backyard access of picturesque Bay Street in Suisun City.

© 2010, Edward Hightower. All Rights Reserved.

Bulletins

hi my name is allyson im 13 and my bf jonny is 19. this is my story. i relly like jonny alot no i love him alot and i cant live w/o him because hes the onyl person who has ever loved me and cared about me and wanted to no whats up when im pissed at my mom, my mom the bitch who dosnt CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT HERSLEF! jk, i luv my mommy :);) but jonny loves me and we proved are love to eachother you know that way, the best way and jonny made soup after. but thers this other girl at the college named brynne i mean seriousyl what kind of name is brynne? brynne the poo? and shes got big tits and has a car and a job and is a total fucking bitch to me whenever i go to see jonny i HATE HER!!!??1 i love jonny with my heart and sole and now hes dating brynne and i tried to take pics of them doin it to post on MySpace but i fell down his chimaney and im dead in his basement thats locked and nobody knows is there because the house was owned by someone before jonnys dad bought it whos a cop. im rotting and next to the cable internet line which is how i got into the computer to sned this messege. if u smell rottin ally in yur room at 3 am its me and im there bcause you didnt send this to all your friends. seriously im under your bed tonite repost now you have two minutes or everyone will know you were gay with your friend this summer! repost now or they will find U like the closet girl in the ring but U will have no pancreas and your butt will be hairy just like brynnes you know whut and police doctors will write in there report your butt is so hairy its got elepants and walnuts tangled in it also a skateboard and some old tires. mostly this is warning for that bitch brynne im coming to cut your eyelids off wile you sleep you whore.

if your a guy repost withthe title: "i hope my gf would never do this"
if your a girl repost with "my bf better watch out"
if your a skank ho college bitch repost with "my pussy is like that bug canyon from king kong"

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