Security Measures

April 25th, 2010

The five men in my life have abandoned me.  

They packed their bags and left me.  

In this big shaking house

Alone.

It is dark now.

The breeze at the windows

Makes the doors open and close.

Open

Close

Open 

Close

What was that?

Water through the pipes?

The electric hum of the fridge?

Or the steps of a shadowy figure.

Creeping.

Creeping.

Creeping….

I look in all the closets.

And under all the beds.

And then I look again.

I tuck a phone into bed with me.

And turn to my book.

What was that?

A creaking frog?

A screeching owl?

I get back up.

And slide a big heavy dresser

In front of the bedroom door.

Comments

  • Isn’t it funny how an empty house can turn us into a basket case? Hubby and the boy were gone last night…I think I checked the locks 3 times. Normally they’re unlocked 90% of the time. *sigh*

  • Martha in Kansas:

    Living alone, you get used to the house noises and it’s kind of comforting. I figure a burglar would probably make more noise.

    There was the time when I really did hear foot steps on the roof — the very steep part. Very slow, but clear steps. Then the burglar jumped down on the porch roof, right outside my bedroom window. And a raccoon looked in the window. He did have a mask on.

  • I go through this when my husband has to work the overnight shift at work…ugh.

  • I thought you had a attack cat to guard the house?

  • Spinny:

    I hate, hate, hate staying alone at night. I am the biggest chicken little that ever was. Plus, I have a terribly over-active imagination that can come up with horrible scenarios on a moment’s notice.

  • ks grandma:

    Ah. . . Clearly your house is too new. Living with ghosts will train the eerie right out of you.

  • Alison:

    When my son was little we lived in a big city in an iffy neighborhood and my husband worked nights. I kept a knife under the mattress for good measure. Good Times!!! :)

  • Ashley F.:

    It’s taken me several years to get used to the weeks when my husband works the overnight shift. I used to leave all the house lights on, put my cell phone, house phone, and a can of pepper spray next to the bed*, check the door locks five times, stay awake until 3 or 4am so the time I spent asleep without him was minimal.
    Then I realized it’s stupid because I’m the one with a second degree blackbelt and he’s the one that weighs 135 pounds soaking wet and can’t be woken from a sound sleep with a bullhorn.

    *No longer able to keep any “weapons” like this around since there’s a toddler in the house now. Instead, I’ve just imagined all the objects in my room I could use with deadly force. Like my bedside lamp!

  • Robbyn:

    We have alternating shifts and spend a lot of time where I drove myself crazy wondering about sounds, etc, at night especially since there have been breakins in this area. Solution? Dog and gun. So far the first has been my favorite deterrent :)

  • We spent one of our first weekends at our country house some years ago and my husband had to run to the store at night. The automatic ice maker emptied and I almost cried because I thought it was someone trying to get into the house. We city girls don’t do well in the country alone at night.

  • I have almost gotten use to being alone at night since my husband began working nights. Now, the only time I have any concerns is when I begin turning the lights out before going to bed. I always feel like it’s a signal telling ‘the bad guys’ “OK, I will be in bed in just a minute!”

  • LucyGolden:

    I stayed in my sister & BIL’s house (which was our Great-grandmother & G-grandfather’s built in 1920) several years ago by myself. That old house creaked & groaned all night! It didn’t help any that the house is haunted by our G-grandmother! I expected to wake up in the middle of the night with her watching over me…

  • Melissa:

    I still remember the night about 17 years ago when I was pregnant with Zach and my husband had to work overnight to do inventory. I got myself all worked up and I was literally shaking in bed. A shampoo bottle fell off the shelf in the shower and smashed to the floor, echoing throughout the tiny condo! I just about shit myself, I was so scared! Eventually I realized how ridiculous I was being and went to bed……after seriously considering going to my parents house!

  • Okay everyone. You all have me scared now.

  • Okay everyone. You all have me scared now.

  • I stayed in my sister & BIL’s house (which was our Great-grandmother & G-grandfather’s built in 1920) several years ago by myself. That old house creaked & groaned all night! It didn’t help any that the house is haunted by our G-grandmother! I expected to wake up in the middle of the night with her watching over me…

  • just a farm girl:

    OOOooh I can relate. I don’t like being alone in the house at night. But my sister once dialed 911 because she heard someone breaking in and was terrified. As she huddled and waited she began to realize the noise she heard was really rather rhythmic…mmmm…very rhythmic. She crept downstairs to find the birthday balloons in the ceiling fan! hahahahahha

  • amy:

    The few times my husband is away at night are the times I especially like my black lab. Normally, I grumble about the dog hair I’m vacuuming constantly. The dog and the alarm system help. I also put a baseball bat next to the bed last time my husband left. He came home and asked if I was practicing my swing in my sleep… :)

  • Add me to the Overactive Imagination Brigade. When my husband is away on business, every night turns into a rousing nine-hour game of Guess Which Shadow is Actually an Axe Murderer.

    You have my sympathies, Rechelle.

  • Jaime:

    I have a VERY aggressive Australian shepherd that would do the trick for you! He’s yours! I’ll even deliver!

  • Hallie:

    Rest assured that no one familiar with all the men coming and going from your house would try a break-in. Lock the doors and windows, leave the lights on in about the same pattern as normal, and go to bed with your phone and a good (not scary!) book. May I recommend “Cold Comfort Farm” for warm fuzzy amusement.

    I’ve lived alone for my entire adult life—not always in the safest neighborhood—and frequently had to walk home from a subway or bus stop late at night. Armed with my wits and a duck-head umbrella, I make a point of not looking like an easy victim. It’s worked so far.

  • Diane:

    Instead of focusing on the scary and negative, I would look at all the positives of having the house to myself. Clean the house and it stays clean for however many days the guys are gone. Don’t have to cook for anyone, can eat whatever I want. The remote control is mine, I can catch up on all the chick flix I want. Bubble bath uninterupted, sleep in as late as I want. It’s a stay at home vacation.

  • km:

    I’m here a lot by myself (well, with my dog). I don’t waste time being scared. By some hornet spray so that if some sucker arrives in the house you can spray him from 20 feet. It’s as blinding as mace and it’s legal. Then run like the devil.
    Watch only sappy movies, drink good wine and enjoy the peace and quiet.
    My sis stayed here one night, fresh from a gritty neighborhood in NY. She was petrified by every stick crack and animal.
    Enjoy your own company!!! or Invite friends. Have fun

  • tess:

    look out if a handsome stranger drives up lost looking for covered bridges – LOL!

  • AnnB:

    Ks grandma–tell us more!!

  • Ks grandma–tell us more!!

  • look out if a handsome stranger drives up lost looking for covered bridges – LOL!

  • That is why I have a monitored security alarm, and a bunch of animals. When my husband goes out of town, all of the sudden I become afraid that every slobbering, axe-wielding murderer knows I am home alone and wants to come do bad things to me. You can bet that my alarm system is armed every second he is gone!

  • Boz:

    it was probably ghosts.

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    lol, just kidding, there is no such thing.

  • marewood:

    I need a dog!

  • Brooke:

    And I sleep with pepper spray under my pillow when my husband’s gone ;)