|'Tis the season.........for criminal scumbags!!!
||[Dec. 1st, 2005|07:17 am]
Oh man. What a night. I must say, between everything that has happened in the past few months (and there has been a LOT of events happening in my life--between problems at work and with roommates, car repairs over $2000, Ryan leaving for Louisiana and coming back, our apartment almost getting broken into, more fights with roommates that eventually led to moving out (which I am currently in the middle of), this night was definitely the most eventful and the most exciting (not necessarily in a good way) of it all.
Tonight, I went to the apartment to pack up the last of the boxes and get everything ready to move out completely tomorrow. Ryan came to help me carry the boxes (poor weak lil ol me) and we brought everything back to my parents' house--which I guess can now again be referred to as "my" house. Anyway. We hung out for a minute--my dad was still up decorating some of the house. At about 2:30 AM, we left again in my mom's Durango. We went to Ryan's house first to get his wallet and shopping list. We then went to Albertson's for some late-night grocery shopping. Afterwards we headed back to his house and hung out for a few minutes, eating some of our purchases (lunchables pizza for me, cereal for him). By this time it was almost 4 AM so I wanted to head home, since I was getting up early to get a Christmas tree with Mom.
So I'm pulling up to my house, when I notice our garage door halfway open. Um...that was strange. I know I closed it when I left, and Dad was still going in and out of the garage from the kitchen so he wouldn't have opened it at all after that. So I open it the rest of the way. I pull the Durango into the driveway, and notice the KITCHEN door is open. So a million things are running through my head--is Dad STILL up decorating?! Is Sparky home? I looked around for his car but there were no other cars around. So I'm like...what the...when I see a flash of blue jacket sleeve fly by the open door. Okay, I have NEVER seen that jacket before. My brother wears hoodies and my dad wears flannel shirts. So I'm still pulling into the garage thinking, WHO THE HELL IS IN MY HOUSE?! And WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?! I couldn't make up my mind whether to be confused, scared, angry, WHATEVER. So before I could do anything, the freaking moron comes BACK out the kitchen door--giving me a full view of his face in the headlights!! And then I'm like, I don't know you!!! So he runs the other way, towards the back porch door, and I turn off the car and jump out FAST. I ran inside and heard the screen door slam, and then the idiot ran right into our chain link fence so I heard that bang. I was like WHATTHEFUCKJUSTHAPPENED and I ran through the kitchen, grabbing the cordless phone and screaming "MOM! DAD!!!! MOM DAD MOM DAD!!!!" I busted in my mom's room and yelled "Someone just broke into the house!!" She jumped out of bed and I'm like "Should I call 911????" And as fast as she said "yes" I already had it dialed.
To make the rest of the story short, I called 911. They sent out like five cop cars, the K-9 units, AND a helicopter circling the neighborhood. Oh, and after the first cop showed up, he said he noticed the interior lights were on in the car in the street, which was my car. Weird, because I never leave my interior lights on in my car. So they went with me to turn them off--and right as I looked in the window, I noticed my glove compartment open, all the papers strewn all over the front seat, and the garage door opener gone. We went around the other side--yeah, the top was sliced. THAT BASTARD. Also, another indication he was a moron--our front door was unlocked and all the back doors were open. (Yeah yeah, we always leave them like that--but as the cop said, we live in the safest neighborhood in Longwood and Altamonte--nothing like that has ever happened to us before!) Anyway, since I got such a great look at his face, I was able to give a perfect, full description. I wrote up a statement and then we just kinda sat around listening to the helicopter overhead and the dogs barking. (I'm sure our neighbors loved us tonight...) They found a trail of cars that he had broken into or attempted to break into throughout the neighborhood, but no other reports of burglary.
Oh, and get this. My dad's sleeping through the whole thing. My mom went to wake him up and tell him our house got broken into. He's like, "Did they catch the guy?" Mom said no, so he went back to sleep. HAHA. What a weirdo.
So we're sitting on the couch, me and Mom, trying to figure this whole thing out. When I pulled up to the garage and noticed the door open, the light inside the garage wasn't on. Which means the dude was inside the house long enough for the light to go off--probably a couple minutes. We were like--what the hell was he doing?! It didn't look like anyone had even touched anything. No open cabinets, no papers strewn about, no sign of commotion or anything. We're like...what would he come for? Money? But where did he look?
Which led me to the sinking conclusion--Mom's purse was on the counter before I left. I remember because I was trying to find the keys to the Durango, and it was right underneath the microwave. And sure enough, it was gone. So we had to tell the cop and fill out ANOTHER report. She had all her credit cards, other cards, license, checkbook, $300 cash!, all in the purse. The police ended up finding the purse--empty, of course. So my mom had to cancel all her credit cards, and of course the cash was all gone, she'd have to get a new license, etc etc. I said if they caught the guy, maybe we could get the stuff back. But Mom was like...they're probably not gonna catch him. But I was like you never know! If they get good fingerprints from my car, and they can get a positive match, we could find him. But she didn't think so.
Cause he had left a big ol' handprint on the glass of our back porch door, I guess when he opened it to run away. Unfortunately, it was smudged, so they couldn't get a great fingerprint off it. HOWEVER, he did leave two big handprints on my car window, so as soon as the sun comes out and the condensation melts off, the unit's gonna come back and take the prints.
So basically they told us all this, but the shifts were changing so most of them were getting off (this was a couple hours later). One of the officers came in and explained that he would be back soon to process my vehicle, but until then, DON'T TOUCH IT. LoL. So we said okay, and thank you, and headed back in to try to get at least a FEW minutes of sleep...lol.
So we're sitting on the bed, talking about what the hell just happened, when a couple minutes later the doorbell rings. Mom's like, "That better be an officer...." haha. So I open it up, and the officer's back, and he says, "I'm sorry. We're gonna need to take a ride." I'm like "Uh...okay." And he goes, "We have a possible suspect in custody, we're gonna need you to identify him for us."
We got in the cop car (which, by the way, was my first time ever riding in a cop car!!! COOL!!! Haha) and drove down to Publix down the road. We pulled up behind a school bus (it was about 6 AM by this time, and high school usually gets picked up at 6:30, so the buses wait in the parking lots). There were a good 7 or 8 cop cars around. The officer said that the guy wouldn't be able to see me inside the car, but all I had to do was give them a positive or negative ID on him. So we pulled up, he turned on his spotlight, and the cops in front of us took the guy out of the car.
Sure enough, it was the same asshole.
I gave them a positive ID and we drove away. We went back home, filled out ANOTHER statement, and then the guy left.
So now here it is, almost 7:30 in the morning, and I haven't slept at all. Needless to say, I'm wired. I haven't been able to go into my car (they still want to process it) but I think he took my MP3 player and my digital camera (they were in the center console, and that's been opened and rifled through). He better give all that shit back, the little asshole. Or I'm gonna be pissed off as hell. That MP3 player had almost 1000 songs on it. Do you know how long that takes?! Not to mention the pictures on my digital camera! Oh I will kick that punk's ass. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
Okay, so more developments will come as I can report them. Until then, this is Lauren, your friendly neighborhood watch person, signing out. LoL. :-P