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We knew this due to the heroin needles that were around and half of a mattress that had once been on the forest floor that had since grown 15 feet into the air with the trees.
There was also a path that people would use as a shortcut to the main road so there was a lot of traffic with shady people passing through.
I would complain constantly to my mom about someone watching me from outside my window when I would try to sleep. Once or twice there had been times of him watching me and he had shined a flashlight in my room and I saw a flash of his face which I can still picture.
His dark eyes burned through me and for awhile I never said anything but eventually I told someone. My mom always said it was just a nightmare and my brushed it off for a week or two while ignoring my relentless complaints. Eventually after having to fight with me to go to sleep one night, my mom had dragged me outside the next morning to prove me wrong.
We went outside to my window and to her surprise the grass had been stomped on only outside of my window to the point that the grass was almost all dead and mud remained. There was also tons of scratch marks from a tool of some kind outside the window as if someone was trying to break in.
My mom was horrified and had started making plans to move but we were so broke growing up that leaving right away was not an option. Around that same time me and my best friend who was also my next door neighbor had become inseparable.
We hung out almost constantly and had no sense of danger and would do dumb stuff like go to other neighbors houses and ask for candy. Our favorite was this elderly lady who always had hostess cakes for us and we would actually go inside her house to hangout there.
She was unbelievably nice and took care of us in a way. Our parents had no idea we did this but it was our little secret. One day we were playing around the neighborhood and my mom yelled for me to come home so we could go pick up dinner just around the corner.
We were only gone for 15 minutes at most and when we came back to the house we were in complete shock. The street was closed off with crime scene tape, there were 2 or 3 news station vans, a dozen police cars and either a life flight helicopter getting ready to touch down or a news helicopter.
While we were gone getting food, a man who was not from the neighborhood but had been staying with his mom for the last few weeks had walked past my best friends yard and saw her on the phone. She was talking to a friend and making faces or whatever young kids do and this man thought she was making fun of him and talking about him on the phone.
Because of where she was sitting on the porch she could see him coming back with the knife and ran inside the home and locked herself in the bathroom and called the police with the phone that she luckily already had in her hand. They posted his mugshot and I remember the most intense amount of fear flowing through me.
The man who stabbed this woman was also the man who would watch me outside my window. It was her son and he had initially met us at her house and had been keeping an eye on us ever since. He had only gotten out of prison a month or so earlier and was staying with her since his release. I never took note of him when we first met but maybe if I did I would have known right away who my night stalker was and could have prevented all that happened after.
We never did end up moving.
My mom figured the danger was gone so we stayed another year. To this day I never sleep with blinds open.My husband and I have now resorted to this tactic multiple times including pretty much every single time we leave for date night (just to spare the poor babysitter.) The Good Old Days I remember when I was growing up, my mom was usually around.
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