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jillithian) wrote2006-01-10 09:49 pm
jillithian) wrote2006-01-10 09:49 pm
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There are currently two police cars and an ambulance in front of my house.
They are there because I called them.
Tim and I had gone to the VFW on 10 to play some free Texas Hold-Em. I was the first one out at our table and then the second one out at the losers table. The games started at 6:30 and I left at 9:30. Tim was still playing strong. I told him he should call me when he needs a ride home.
I pull into the garage and get out of the car. Closed the big garage door and locked the other door behind me. I walked down the sidewalk in our backyard to the basement's walk-out door that we use during the winter instead of the deck door. I was wearing my high-heel wine colored shoes I had bought for my college graduation. It's dark out and the light on the side door only has a switch on the inside - we're planning on putting a motion detecting light there as it's hard to fit the key in the lock in the dark. I stepped down the concrete steps and almost stepped on something.
At first I thought it was a garbage bag or something like that but as I squinted through the darkness, it was turned into the shape of a person sprawled on the concrete floor.
I quickly sprinted back up the steps, around the side of the house, and up the deck steps to go in the patio door instead. Locking that door behind me, I quickly and quietly ran down the stairs to see if I could turn the light on and verify that it was a person. There was a backpack next to the body and the clothes weren't top of the line Bergdorf Goodman, but they looked a little too nice (and thin) to be a homeless person's clothing. I ran back upstairs and called the police.
They say that it didn't seem like he had fallen (there's ice outside, it's dark, and it's a tall concrete steps on both sides of the area whre I found him). They were actually looking for him. Apparently he and his dad had gotten into an argument and he was having a diabetic reaction due to low blood sugar, causing him not to think too straight and leave.
I'm still shaking a little. Before I found out what the real situation was, I was feeling a little guilty for calling the cops on a homeless person (if that was the case). But as a young female alone in her house, I just was scared and did not have the balls to try to wake the guy up myself. I think the guy is pretty lucky that we use that side door in the winter as it is below freezing outside and if I hadn't found him or decided to stay at the VFW for a couple more hours, I don't know how much longer he would have survived.
Yay for losing hands?
They are there because I called them.
Tim and I had gone to the VFW on 10 to play some free Texas Hold-Em. I was the first one out at our table and then the second one out at the losers table. The games started at 6:30 and I left at 9:30. Tim was still playing strong. I told him he should call me when he needs a ride home.
I pull into the garage and get out of the car. Closed the big garage door and locked the other door behind me. I walked down the sidewalk in our backyard to the basement's walk-out door that we use during the winter instead of the deck door. I was wearing my high-heel wine colored shoes I had bought for my college graduation. It's dark out and the light on the side door only has a switch on the inside - we're planning on putting a motion detecting light there as it's hard to fit the key in the lock in the dark. I stepped down the concrete steps and almost stepped on something.
At first I thought it was a garbage bag or something like that but as I squinted through the darkness, it was turned into the shape of a person sprawled on the concrete floor.
I quickly sprinted back up the steps, around the side of the house, and up the deck steps to go in the patio door instead. Locking that door behind me, I quickly and quietly ran down the stairs to see if I could turn the light on and verify that it was a person. There was a backpack next to the body and the clothes weren't top of the line Bergdorf Goodman, but they looked a little too nice (and thin) to be a homeless person's clothing. I ran back upstairs and called the police.
They say that it didn't seem like he had fallen (there's ice outside, it's dark, and it's a tall concrete steps on both sides of the area whre I found him). They were actually looking for him. Apparently he and his dad had gotten into an argument and he was having a diabetic reaction due to low blood sugar, causing him not to think too straight and leave.
I'm still shaking a little. Before I found out what the real situation was, I was feeling a little guilty for calling the cops on a homeless person (if that was the case). But as a young female alone in her house, I just was scared and did not have the balls to try to wake the guy up myself. I think the guy is pretty lucky that we use that side door in the winter as it is below freezing outside and if I hadn't found him or decided to stay at the VFW for a couple more hours, I don't know how much longer he would have survived.
Yay for losing hands?