JagFarlane
Gone Hiking
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Ok before I tell this story, let me assure you this is all true, and all occurred today, to myself and my roommate. Just found this too long for a blurt...
So this morning, about 4am I roll out of bed, use the bathroom, and note that there are wet socks and a pair of wet boxers sitting on the sink. Ok, weird, but whatever...I make my way to the kitchen to grab my first cup of coffee. To go into the kitchen, I have to make a right turn, and still don't have vision out of my right eye. The kitchen is barely lit in light and I have my back to him. I take note there is someone making something at the stove. He says hi, doesn't sound like someone I know, but since Josh went to a concert last night, I presume it may be someone from his ship he met there and offered to crash here.
By the time I come back for a second cup, he's made up a pot of oatmeal, and proceeding to tell me I should eat breakfast, and that it tasted really good, like cinnamon. I reply no, and wander back to my room. Shortly after I come out, see Josh, indicated towards our other roommates room [he's out of town], Josh shrugs, but with a look like to not worry. He makes a comment about the dirty laundry in the bathroom.
So, presuming that Josh knows this guy, I go about my normal routine, shower, and get into my uniform. At this point, Josh has already left, I walk towards the kitchen to smell cigarette smoke [we don't smoke in the house], turn the corner, and in better light see that this guy is an older guy [40-50], not so well dressed, and standing in the middle of my kitchen, proceeding to ask me if I know this guy Mike. I tell him to get the fuck out of my house, which after a little ranting about how his son is supposedly a cop, he leaves.
I go to work, and text Josh that he eventually has to explain the story of the homeless guy. Josh responds confused, asking what I meant. Thats when it started to click...
Got home, did a search around the house, the window to the absent roomies bedroom had signs of being forced open. Apparently the guy came in through the window, slept in the bed overnight, then got up, made the bed, got a shower, shaved, washed his underclothes, and proceeded to make himself breakfast, ate breakfast, filled the sink with soapy water and put the spoon and his glass into that.
After the cop arrived, we discovered a forensics treasure heh. He'd left a trashbag of his stuff, which included his jail release paperwork heh. As well as a bag of toiletries, a jacket, his wet underclothes, the pot he cooked with, some peanut butter and jelly, and a few other small things. He left, having taken all of half a pizza, a pack of cigarettes, and my good hiking boots.
All in all, yes, we consider ourselves lucky to not have lost more, but damn if I don't feel lucky. The locks on the back door have been changed out for higher grade ones, the windows are now reinforced with wooden dowels that are slipped into the window jams. Yet knowing none of this helps...I jump now at every noise. -sigh- its going to be a long night
So this morning, about 4am I roll out of bed, use the bathroom, and note that there are wet socks and a pair of wet boxers sitting on the sink. Ok, weird, but whatever...I make my way to the kitchen to grab my first cup of coffee. To go into the kitchen, I have to make a right turn, and still don't have vision out of my right eye. The kitchen is barely lit in light and I have my back to him. I take note there is someone making something at the stove. He says hi, doesn't sound like someone I know, but since Josh went to a concert last night, I presume it may be someone from his ship he met there and offered to crash here.
By the time I come back for a second cup, he's made up a pot of oatmeal, and proceeding to tell me I should eat breakfast, and that it tasted really good, like cinnamon. I reply no, and wander back to my room. Shortly after I come out, see Josh, indicated towards our other roommates room [he's out of town], Josh shrugs, but with a look like to not worry. He makes a comment about the dirty laundry in the bathroom.
So, presuming that Josh knows this guy, I go about my normal routine, shower, and get into my uniform. At this point, Josh has already left, I walk towards the kitchen to smell cigarette smoke [we don't smoke in the house], turn the corner, and in better light see that this guy is an older guy [40-50], not so well dressed, and standing in the middle of my kitchen, proceeding to ask me if I know this guy Mike. I tell him to get the fuck out of my house, which after a little ranting about how his son is supposedly a cop, he leaves.
I go to work, and text Josh that he eventually has to explain the story of the homeless guy. Josh responds confused, asking what I meant. Thats when it started to click...
Got home, did a search around the house, the window to the absent roomies bedroom had signs of being forced open. Apparently the guy came in through the window, slept in the bed overnight, then got up, made the bed, got a shower, shaved, washed his underclothes, and proceeded to make himself breakfast, ate breakfast, filled the sink with soapy water and put the spoon and his glass into that.
After the cop arrived, we discovered a forensics treasure heh. He'd left a trashbag of his stuff, which included his jail release paperwork heh. As well as a bag of toiletries, a jacket, his wet underclothes, the pot he cooked with, some peanut butter and jelly, and a few other small things. He left, having taken all of half a pizza, a pack of cigarettes, and my good hiking boots.
All in all, yes, we consider ourselves lucky to not have lost more, but damn if I don't feel lucky. The locks on the back door have been changed out for higher grade ones, the windows are now reinforced with wooden dowels that are slipped into the window jams. Yet knowing none of this helps...I jump now at every noise. -sigh- its going to be a long night
