The intruder story

School’s out for summer. My kids are home.

When I was a kid, my parents were already at work by the time I got out of bed during break.

We lived in a big, old house on a busy street.

One morning in the middle of the summer I had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. Just before I flushed, I heard someone in the house. Someone with heavy footsteps.

I crept to the door and turned the lock quietly. Then I crouched next to the toilet behind the little wall dividing it from the tub. From there, I listened to the intruder opening cabinets in the dining room and pulling dishes out. That’s where the crystal was.

I pictured a guy in striped convict clothes with a Zorro mask emptying the dishes into a large sack.

He went from room to room. I tried periodically to figure out how to get out the window, but it was too high. I was a small 12-year-old.

Finally I resigned myself to my fate. I would be killed. At  some point he would try the bathroom door, and there was nothing I could do but wait.

I imagined my family hearing the news by phone. One at a time I pictured my aunts’ and cousins’ reactions.

I thought how I hadn’t appreciated it when I wasn’t scared.

Then I heard the intruder clear his throat. It was my dad.

I waited for him to do it again, because I wanted to be sure before I emerged.

By then I was mad. Why didn’t anyone tell me he was going to be home? He never stayed home.

I heard him say, “I wondered why you were in there so long” as I stomped off to watch Three’s Company.

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2 Responses to “The intruder story”

  1. gunky Says:

    one day i came home from high school early for some reason. i think it was a half day or something. i went up to my room, laid down on my bed and started doing homework. a few minutes later, maybe ten, i heard someone come in the house downstairs and figured it was my dad. then i heard the police radio the person was carrying. then a policeman opened my bedroom door and scared the hell out of me. my dad was soon standing behind him. seems my early arrival scared the hell out of HIM, he ran next door and called the cops, thinking i was an intruder. he never even apologized.

  2. T. Says:

    dude, you story is totally better than my story.

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