A couple nights ago, I had just recently climbed up into bed and I was alone in the room at the moment. Outside was pretty silent . . . I have a hard time hearing anything out there because of our swamp cooler. We have each bedroom window cracked so that the air can have a place to flow through. As I was laying there I started to hear voices and laughter . . . through the breeze flowing out the window I could only make out one word that these voices said, which was "window". Yeah, window. Anyways, I figured it was our neighbors or something outside talking . . . they are often out there makin noise. I tried to push the thought outside my head that it was hard to hear anything outside, so how could I hear these voices . . . but I just tried reason that they were being especially loud. Soon, Beth finally came into the room and we talked for a couple hours like usual, then we finally fell asleep. Sometime through the night I heard rustling in the bushes . . . could it have been the kittens? I still do not know . . . I sure hope it was.
Last night, around 1 am, Beth and I were in bed unable to sleep, so like most nights we talked for a little while . . . unaware of the time that was swiftly passing by. We got into some deep stuff as well as some things that made us laugh. Until I had to leave for just a few minutes. Next thing I know Beth was out in the living room. She started telling me what was going on . . . why my big brother was going in and out of the house and why my little brother was scared and why she was so shook up. Apparently, after I left, Beth was thinking about what we had previously been talking about when she heard voices outside the window talking about that same thing and laughing while they were at it. She didn't have much time to register what these voices were saying exactly before she dashed out of the room to wake my brother. My sister finally woke up and we filled her in on what was going on. We found out that a couple nights ago she, too, heard voices. She heard mens voices and laughter as she was changing late that night. What a lovely thought.
By this time, mom and dad were being woken up. Dad went outside while my brother went into each of our rooms so that they could talk to each other and see how well the voices could be heard. Dad said that my brothers voice carried very well out the window as it was being carried by the swiftly flowing air from the swamp cooler. My brother said that he could hear daddy pretty well too until he got too far away from the window, then he couldn't make anything out. They also tested to see if shadows or images could be seen through the blinds in the windows from outside. Thankfully we were good to go there.
Daddy rode out on his bike around the street to see if he could find anyone until he wanted to go further, so he got in the car to drive around a couple blocks. He found a group of teenage boys a couple streets over who he thought could possibly be them. That thought still didn't comfort me . . . I felt it couldn't have been them even if they were out and about in the middle of the night. The voices we heard were much more mature and deep. Daddy called the police and told them what was going on and told them of the group of teenagers that he had found. They didn't hesitate to come out and take a look. As the police officer stopped in front of our house daddy and my brother went out to talk to him. However, they did not get to talk long because straight ahead there were two guys walking up the street . . . only their shadows could be seen as the lights of the police car shone up the street. The officer said he would go check it out.
After talking to the guys, the officer came back to our house. He said that he didn't think that they were the ones, but all of us girl still feel like they were the ones who sat outside our windows invading our privacy. The officer, daddy, and my brother walked around the yard with a bright flashlight to inspect the area around our windows and everything else surrounding. They found many footprints, so they know we weren't imagining things. After the rains we recently had there is no way that there would be that many footprints. The officer gave daddy some suggestions, like putting up a light in that area and trimming back the bushes so it's not such a great hiding place. Nothing that anyone could say last night would be able to comfort us enough to fall asleep. So, we all stayed in the same room and watched TV shows all night. None of us got much sleep . . . maybe a few hours, but that was it.
Still to this moment my mind is going crazy and loaded with so many questions. How often (and since when) have they been sitting out our window listening to our deep dark secrets and desires? How long each night are they there listening, lurking in the shadows? What do they want? How many are there of them? Who are they? Do they live in our neighborhood? Do they know what we look like? Do they watch us as we walk outside to our car or to check the mail?
Well . . . I suppose we'll never know.
One thing that I do know is . . . I feel thoroughly violated!
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