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The Case of the Mystery Man: Part One

Photo: Recent watercolor happenings in our apartment. Even Eric got in touch with his creative side.

It’s been a while since I have done any posts dedicated to a personal story. There is a lot of detail to this story of CRIME and MYSTERY, but I am going to give you the shortened version. I want all of you to be able to sleep tonight.

I’m always questioning my surroundings. I’m sure some of you guys remember the story about the Ghost haunting me in our Denver apartment– a perfect example of how looney tune I can get. Well, a month into the move to our Scottsdale apartment I heard about a stabbing down the street, apartment balconies being raided, the CSI chilling in the apartment below us, and a store–which is practically in our backyard– being held gunpoint at the register. My caution radar has gone berzerk and I am currently, and always, thinking of ways to save myself. SOS!!!

My own story started to build when I kept hearing about items being stolen around our apartment complex. I brushed the rumors off thinking “Oooh we’re on the third story. No one’s going to climb up that high. We’ll move our bikes inside when we get around to it.”

Then, one Sunday morning we woke up to our bike lock snipped, and Eric’s month-old bike GONE! Vanished! I’m still offended that this person- if you can even call them that- didn’t take my K-mart special, baby-blue Mongoose. She totally rocks, and she can fly up onto curbs as smooth as butta!

Anyways, the idea of having a man (and I’m assuming it’s a man because they stole a man’s bike) three stories high right outside our door has given me many sleepless nights. I keep locking every door in our apartment, including all bolts and every hallway door. My drastic measures have left Eric a bit peeved because he keeps finding himself locked out of our master bedroom. Oops.

So here’s the kicker! Last week we had the cops show up at our doorstep around 10:00 at night looking for a man– we’ll name him Wagner.

Let’s just say, this Wagner is supposed to be living in our very apartment….

 

TO BE CONTINUED.

August 30, 2011 - 8:50 pm

Megan Clouse - The suspense! Please write more stories like this, I am very interested and entertained! I wish I ran into you more at the mall so I can see you…..xxoo

August 31, 2011 - 12:13 am

Tamsyn - How horrible. I would be absolutely petrified too :(

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