Only our house, and our neighbors (who always parked in their garage) were on the end of the street. The man had absolutely no business here. Several things were going through my mind. My husband was due back in town that night. He had been out of town for several weeks in a row — leaving on Mondays and returning either late Thursday or Friday. I started to wonder if this man has been watching us. I was trying to think of whether I had seen him. I didn’t have much time to think, because I started getting a really bad feeling and felt an urgent need to get inside the house. I tell my daughter, who had not stopped talking or trying to decorate, “get in the house now.” She is confused at first, but sees that I am looking at the strange vehicle, and she follows my lead. The man is getting out of the vehicle as we head towards the house. My daughter’s room was in the front of the home, on the second floor, and it overlooked the road, front yard, and driveway. We had a security camera set up in her room that captured the driveway. She rushed to her room to see what the man was doing. I was in a panic, but my first move was to the gun safe, to grab a handgun my husband purchased for me.
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