So earlier this week, I had a suspenseful incident. A friend used my house for shooting his student film and left his truck filled with expensive movie equipment in it parked overnight on the street. So before I went to bed I was more “aware”. On top of this, my husband was out of town. This also ramped up my nervous factor. My burly sixteen year old son was home so I went to bed and told myself not to worry.
About one in the morning, I heard my littlest dog barking. The scariest looking dog was snoring under the bed, completely clueless as usual. I got up to check things out thinking maybe she fell in the pool as she occasionally does. Nope not in the pool.
I looked out front to find a big scary black van in front of my house, motor running. I sent my friend a text to ask if he and his friends forgot something, when two men jump out of the van with flashlights waving and move up my driveway in a stealthy fashion. Not good. Do I call 911? Are they going to try to get into the house? Do I push my fraidy cat bulldog down the stairs and hope to scare them off?
As I am debating all of this, the same suspicious looking characters move back up my driveway, jump in the van, and drive off. Did they steal something? Were they trying to get in the house? Were they trying to steal my son’s car? What was going on?
I flipped on all the lights, checked on the kids (I know it was ridiculous but it made me feel better), and ran downstairs with the house phone and cell phone in hand. I unlocked my door, took a breath and stepped outside.
On the porch was the box of organic produce I had ordered to be delivered to my front door. Apparently by men in scary black vans and carrying flashlights. This is the problem when you have a vivid imagination. This is why I can’t watch scary movies. It’s also why I write romantic suspense. I love a good suspenseful moment. Of course I prefer it when it happens to someone else. ..
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Elena – I have the SAME wild imagination. I would have been scared out of my mind. My husband travels, too, so I’m more aware than most. My hubby calls me Inspector. You had me on the edge of my seat wondering what was going to happen. Especially after I saw on the news yesterday that people are stealing tires in less than sixty seconds. Glad you and your family are okay.
It is only funny because it worked out fine in the end. At the moment I was pretty freaked out. Who delivers produce at 1 o’clock in the morning! Lol!