stupid theif.

yes. you heard me right. we were robbed. he was caught red handed. by me. here is the story...


i just moved into my new apt approximately three nights ago. i now live in a town home with 9 other females. (no, i'm not crazy. i've lived with that many girls once apon a time and it was great.) anywho, most of them are gone for the break so i haven't met everyone yet. the second night being there came around and i was ready to go to bed. it was one thirty in the am. i turn the lights off, shut my door because i always sleep with my door shut. four thirty rolls around and i randomly wake up only to find that the door to my room was open all the way and the light outside my door in the front room was turned on. i was weirded out so i decided to go upstairs to check on my friend wendy who was sleeping over on our love sac. i turnedoff the big light, creeped up the stairs and soon found out she was not alone up there. laying awkwardly on the floor was a man. he was not a familiar man to me. i thought it was strange at first but talked myself out of it being weird, convincing myself that it was just a friend of my many unknown roommates. i didn't see wendy at first so i continued on up the stairs, creeped my way around the mysterious man and poked my head high enough to see her laying comfortably on the love sac.
i went back down the stairs into my kitchen to get a drink because i couldn't sleep now. i was tired, confused, and didn't feel right about any part of this night. it had been less than two minutes since seeing this young, college aged sir and i headed back to my room to get a little sleep. as i turned the corner i saw him. he was grabbing his coat to be on his way. he turned around, looked at me, and mumbled some form of what i would call gibberish.
i went upstairs to talk to wendy about what had just happened and she had no idea that there was a strange man sleeping right below her. at this point we were both freaked out to the max. we went to my room and tried to sleep.
a couple seconds later my roommate came home and i asked her if she had been home at all. she told me that she hadn't. so i told her that someone was here and she was confused too because she knew that no one was at our apt that night except for me.
that morning wendy and i woke up and she had a strange cut in her capri sweats. it started at the bottom and went to the middle of her thigh. who knows how it got there. it is a mystery. just like the whole night.
i got home from work that night and my roommates were there and they told me that we had been robbed. the stupid man took all of their money for utilities.
that night qualified as the strangest/most scary night of my life.
last night i called the cops. they came over and had me fill out all this official looking paperwork. they left. i was alone. i got scared. i called carl. he came over and spent the night. it was safer that way.
i am alive and so is wendy. and only $20 dollars was taken from us.