The sound of my dogs barking startled me from a sound sleep. I jumped out of bed, my feet cold on the old linoleum floor. I reached the living room where the dogs were in their kennels, and that’s when I heard the soft tap, tap, tap on the front door. I ran back to my room, confused, wondering what time it was, grabbed my cell phone and saw that it was, 12:45 A.M. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. There was no way I was opening the door at this hour, not in this neighborhood! Unable, because of my short stature, to view anything through the peephole, I ran to the next room, and opened the window. “Who the hell is it”, I yelled in my most firm voice, hoping to sound more pissed off than scared. There on my porch was a woman I have met casually two or three times around the neighborhood, even inviting her in on one occasion to give her a couple cigs and chat. I knew from the few encounters with “T” that she was not someone I wanted to get close to, something just didn’t feel “right” about her.
Now, here she was, standing on my porch in the middle of the night. She appeared to be extremely intoxicated, and unable to comprehend how pissed off I was for this rude awakening. “It’s me “T” she said. “I know who you are,” I replied, “it’s almost one in the morning! You woke me up and got my dogs going nuts! You need to leave!” The woman swayed, and repeated who she was, and kept looking around her, like she was waiting for someone to come looking for her. “You don’t come to my house at this hour! You NEED to f*cking leave, NOW,” I yelled. I slammed the window down, making sure to lock it, and watched as the woman stood on the porch a moment, as if deciding what to do next. When I looked out again, she was gone.
About fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on my bed, trying to calm down enough to go back to sleep, and then…my cell phone rang. I jumped at the sound, my heart pounding once again. I wasn’t going to answer, but I was pissed. “What?” I yelled as I answered it. The voice of a strange man on the other end, sounding very drunk asked, “Who’s this”? “You called me,” I said, “who the hell is this?” I can’t recall what he said his name was, I only noticed how drunk he sounded, and how nervous it made me. I was especially concerned with how little time had passed between the knock on my door and this phone call, I just kept up my “tough girl pissed off” persona, told him he had the wrong number, and hung up.
I called the police after that. I mean, my husband is away on business, and I was really shook up. They sent an officer over, and I retold all that had taken place in the past half hour. He took down my description of “T”, and the strange phone call, and told me he would be cruising the neighborhood several times tonight, and to call again if I needed him, this made me feel somewhat better. After I had time to calm down, I remembered that the man on the phone had said something about finding my number in his wife’s phone. I did a reverse search of the number he called from, and it wasn’t even listed as a cell phone, it was a land-line about five blocks from my house! This really freaked me out, and I started to cry. I tried to call my husband down in Florida where he is working. I hated to phone him at two in the morning, but I needed someone to calm me down, some reassuring voice…he didn’t answer his cell. It wasn’t even on, went straight to voice mail. REALLY? I tried again, nothing. I attempted to call my sister after that, and her ringer was off for the night, got her answering service. OMGosh…I mean, what if something really bad had happened to me? Let me get this straight, if I get into an accident, or am murdered by some drunk, home invading psycho at 2 AM I guess no one wants to know about it…well, at least not until a decent hour.
This whole incident has left me feeling more alone than ever. What man doesn’t have a way for his family to reach him when he’s on the road, even if it is the middle of the night, ESPECIALLY in the middle of the night? I know my sister keeps hers ringer off because of bill collectors calling…but, I really, truly have no one. I am on my own when it comes to this stuff…like, needing comfort. I am completely on my own, always have been since I was 14 years old. You’d think I would be used to the idea by now… I can’t depend on anyone, even when they should be there for me.