Someone tried to break into my house early this morning. Nothing bad, nothing stolen. Very alarming and freaked me out. I heard 2 thumps. Saw a flash of light on wall. Thought nothing, but became wary of something, a feeling.
I had already been up, ya know, worried and stuff.
Then looked out front window and saw someone riding away on a bike. I didn't hear any car. That could've meant a number of things, like maybe car was parked around the block, if the coast was clear? Otherwise I don't know what the haul would've been with just a backpacks worth of stuff, other than jewelry, money, or a light load.
But Man, come on, succeed on your first try because we're always ready next time.
It happened to my neighbors last year too.
This is why I hate people.