An Attempted break-in – by CCB 25 June 2010 – Friday

It was the usual day when I was absent from school due to my high fever.  After taking my medication, I decided to go upstair to take a rest.  While lazing on my bed, suddenly

 I heard a motorbike engine sound and I thought it was the postman delivering our letters.  But after that I heard him switched off the motor engine and it was for a long time.   So, I decided to see what had happened.  I looked out of my bedroom window and I saw a blue-white motorbike with a red helmet on it parked opposite my house.  There was a big-sized Negro around 20 – 30 years old wearing  a brown T-shirt and light blue jeans.  He also wore a light brown sandy colour working boots like those wore by a construction worker.

Then the man walked towards the house next door (No. 60) and I lost sight of him. I could still hear some noises like him urinating and zipping up his pants.  After that, he walked towards my house and wandered along the gate for some time before sitting down on the raised pavement beside the drain.  Then I thought he was waiting for someone.

After that he walked to my neighbour’s house (No. 64) and sat down also, on the raised pavement near the drain. But soon he came back here again and rubbed his boots on the road making some noises. I thought he saw me, so I ran downstair and informed my elder sister about it. I was frightened of his fierce look and I had this feeling he was up to something.  Quickly, I let my dog, Lassie into the house and then ran up to observe him.

Then I saw him opening the cover of the rubbish bin. What a relief! He must be  looking for recycled products.  Then he closed it back and quietly lifted up the rubbish bin and put it outside. Without any hesitation, he sneaked into the house compound by pushing hard against the small door grill quietly.

 I panicked and ran downstair again to alert my sister about this man coming into our house.  Instinctively, I looked for a kitchen knife for each of us and quickly urged my sister to come upstairs and called for help.  I locked up all the doors and shut off all the electrical appliances planning to pretend this house is empty.  I went upstair to check on the intruder and my sister was calling my mother and father for help. Then  she flushed the toilet just to let him know there is people in the house.  It was very loud and I think the sound frightened the Negro.  Before I could look out of the window, I heard the motorbike engine going away.  My sister and I remained upstair, feeling frightened and waited  patiently for parents’ return. Both of us were shivering and speechless for a split second because of the flashback last year when my house was broken in and my brother’s car was stolen besides the cash and jewelleries.

I was so glad to see my mother when she came back.  Immediately, we went to the nearby police station to make a report.  It was indeed a very traumatic day for me and I just could not imagine what could have happened if the intruder had come into the house.

Source: Diary of a timid girl.(2010)