I slowly began to turn the door handle, as quiet as possible waiting for the click that would let me know the door was unlocked. Time momentarily stopped like a quiz contestant hoping to win the ultimate prize and pray luck was on their side, for me however there was no luck merely a conscientious or careless home owner and even if the door was unlocked I was far from winning my prize instead onto the next level, not knowing what may await me the other side of the door.
On the way to the door my body had writhed in pain as surges of sickness throbbed through my body like an electrical current as the narcotic substance, that only hours earlier had floated through my veins like an ornate sea vessel filled with angels, now began to subside leaving every nerve in my body exposed to the unforgiving external environment with no means of protection. Now however the focus I required to get in this house and obtain my reward temporarily blocked this out. Even the wind that cut through my sweat soaked back like an Arctic blizzard paled in comparison as all pain succumbed to my drive
The late autumn months made this type of activity perfect as the day had darkened by the time most returned from work, their minds still swirled with the daily trivialities that their employment had presented to them. Many still preoccupied would put their belongings on the first table to the house door, flick the lights on, and then go up the stairs maybe to run a bath or get changed. The curtains wouldn't be closed until late, allowing an observer such as me to look into the house from the street and see who was in and where but without them seeing me why would they lock their door it was early and people don't try and break into your house whilst your there, that when you are on holiday or in the middle of the night.
On the way to the door my body had writhed in pain as surges of sickness throbbed through my body like an electrical current as the narcotic substance, that only hours earlier had floated through my veins like an ornate sea vessel filled with angels, now began to subside leaving every nerve in my body exposed to the unforgiving external environment with no means of protection. Now however the focus I required to get in this house and obtain my reward temporarily blocked this out. Even the wind that cut through my sweat soaked back like an Arctic blizzard paled in comparison as all pain succumbed to my drive
The late autumn months made this type of activity perfect as the day had darkened by the time most returned from work, their minds still swirled with the daily trivialities that their employment had presented to them. Many still preoccupied would put their belongings on the first table to the house door, flick the lights on, and then go up the stairs maybe to run a bath or get changed. The curtains wouldn't be closed until late, allowing an observer such as me to look into the house from the street and see who was in and where but without them seeing me why would they lock their door it was early and people don't try and break into your house whilst your there, that when you are on holiday or in the middle of the night.
It wasn't the ideal occupation as the risks were high entering a house whilst the owner was in, they generally weren't happy to see you, and the possibilities of what they might do to you doesn't bare thinking about.
The law of the land also generally frowned upon this type of activity, this wasn't simple theft, you were almost pushing fate, as well as making people not feel safe in their own homes you were putting people face to face with those bad people they saw on television putting them in a situation where have to make decisions that don’t want to.
I mean I knew my intentions, to basically take whatever I could that could be changed into drugs as quickly as possible at the particularly moment of time.
The house occupant however they didn't know why I was there and to them I could be a murderer or a rapist, coming to attack them or their family. Put people in the position where they fear for their life or that of their family's and they will quickly out of character
Certain neighbourhoods seemed easier to work than others, not just because the rich inhabitants had more wealth to consume, but also the common layout of some areas gave definite advantage. Terrace houses which could be viewed from both sides or it was possible to completely see through the house from one side at the ground level gave favour, some thing I'm sure the architects more preoccupied with the facade and decorative finishes, didn't appreciate or consider years earlier.
The best find at any time of day or night was cash easily exchangeable and untraceable this could get you were you wanted to be quickly then easily converted into the drugs. The next best thing after cash was dependant on the time and location, generally jewellery or the latest technological gadgets were sort after as these have a common value and could be traded with more people. Anything that you knew a local dealer or fence had mentioned they were interested in. There were plenty of other items which could also be of great value in some cases far my valuable than all the cash in the house. However due to their size and the difficulty of carrying them, or being so specialised that they couldn't be converted into cash there and then, fell down the list. It was no good having an item that was worth a few grand if it meant you were going have to lay at home as time stopped and the sickness worsened waiting for the morning to greet you so you could go eventually.
An oddball friend of mine had first made me aware of this activity once whilst smoking in his flat, laughing as he told me the time when he had sneaked through someone’s patio doors one summer looking for something of value to steal and nearly been scared to death as suddenly music blasted out in front of him whilst he crawled across the floor, momentarily he curled up and froze then after what seemed like an age he looked up undisturbed to see a rather over weight woman in a tracksuit with here back to him awkwardly trying to perform an aerobics workout to her music. Once he returned to his senses after overcoming what seemed a slightly surreal set of circumstances that he had stumbled onto he looked for his quickest escape route when he notice the woman's handbag just behind her. Completely unaware that an intruder was literally just behind her the woman continued her uncoordinated bouncing around as my friend crept backwards delicately clutching her hand bag. Once he left he said his heart was pounding overwhelmed with a confused feeling of fear and excitement wrapped into amplified even further by the wedge of money he found in the handbag. A feeling I would eventually love and despise soon enough.
The first time I tried it I was with a group of others, and it seemed I was the one doing all the work, I didn't like doing it as a group, it didn't matter how quiet you were you had no control over the noise the others made, and their nerves would generally make them pushy and agitated, if a circumstance arose where the house owner became suspicious and your fellow creepers had to be quiet to prevent your capture they would generally look after themselves not caring if there panic driven escape resulted in your own presence been noticed. After two or three unsuccessful attempts as a group I decided this wasn't working out however as a way to make money alone it definitely had potential.
At the time I rented a room in the attic of a large house in a rather well off area, I was still working when I moved in allowing me the relevant access to bond money and references of my character, something your average drug addict didn't have. The landlord of the house was a huge slightly backwards man who had one side of his face blown off during a mining accident and with the compensation money for his injuries had bought this vast house as well as his newly wed Filipino wife which he had recently purchased via the Internet. The houses location was within a simple maze labyrinth residential area where it seemed which ever street you turned up you always seemed to end where you started. The first house I ever tried I could through the window there was no one in the house on the ground floor but there were lights on both upstairs and down. I felt quite confident as I tried the door handle and to my surprise it opened straight away, as soon as I entered the house I looked around the particularly bare entry room and noticed a wad of cash notes on a badly painted unused white fire place. I grabbed the money and run and once a few blocks away completely undetected with a nice amount of money I almost skipped up the road trying to come to terms with how easy it was.
The second night I went out again and almost weirdly the first house I tried again was unlocked and in the first room I entered was another wedge of money which by pure coincidence happened to be the exact same amount as the previous day. I strolled away and thought this was meant to be, how easy was this, everyone leaves open there doors and leaves there money lying around. This was so easy, none of these destructive noisy breaking and entering empty houses ever knowing if someone has heard you and notified the police and they could be there any minute.
As my confidence grew I became fearless, and began doing this all over the place at different times of day, trying it in places Id never thought of as I travelled to and from places unrelated to my chaos consumed world.
After a while as I tried more and more houses I found that generally more people had their doors locked than not, whether the first few I tried that were open was purely luck or whether my activities had been made aware to the general public by word of mouth or media I did not know, all I did know was houses to enter were getting few and far between, so when I did find an unlocked house I had to make the most of it, sometimes taking greater risk. One thing I did do was return to a number of houses I had previously stolen from before. Stepping back and looking at this logically this isn't a good idea however to the desperate thief the familiarity and the previous successful entry made these properties very appealing. Some of the houses I went back to I was successful again. I mean if I entered the house without anyone seeing me or being aware I had been there how would they know that they had been stolen from. I often wondered what people would think when they couldn't find their money or belongings, maybe they would think they had left it somewhere else them search the house as I often did form my keys, or perhaps thought someone else in the house had taken it. It’s unlikely they would automatically think that someone had crept into their house and rummaged through their possession's as they sat and vegetated in front of the television.
Work was good many a successful evening and my nerves had definitely calmed, I had just the right level of substance in my system, enough to take away the aches but not to much to sedate my senses and slower my reflexes. I was getting quite good at the whole creeping into peoples houses and my increased controlled risk taking was given me a better return for my time. One evening as I strolled up the street a particular house presented itself to me, everything seemed right about it. I gently turned the kitchen door and it was as though I knew it was going to open before it did. Once it opened I crept into the kitchen which was very dated. The decoration was old and the appliances were somewhat basic, the people of this house were definitely of simple tastes. Instead of searching the kitchen I continued to creep further into the house. There was a shard of light giving some visibility on the other dark hallway, coming from the narrow gap where the door for the lounge was partially open. The television was the only sound coming from the room and there was no noise of movement of the people sat in the room. I continued past the room and looked upstairs from the foot of the stairs. Once on the stairs there was no going back, if I raised the attention of the people they would be between me and my only means of escape. I edged my way up the stairs carefully to prevent any creaking noises and straight into the bedrooms. The bedroom curtains were open and the light from the street lamps shone in and lit up the whole room. The decoration of the bedroom was same as that of the rest of the house plain and dated but over on the bedside table was the biggest jewellery box. Jewels of all sizes filled the box and its multiple compartments, not just large ornate sentimental rings and broaches but big big chunky gold and diamond rings, ones no jeweller in their right mind would turn down.
I wouldn’t say it was arrogance but more like narcotic induced ignorance maybe bordering on stupidity, but I started the think I was invisible, I mean I was going into 5 or 6 houses every night undetected and pretty much helping myself. I even started using an expensive mountain bike which I had stolen from the back of a restaurant as my means of transport, which I would prop up outside the house as I entered looking for goods. One night for some reason I had travelled further than the normal cosy middle class suburban areas which I usually favoured and had ended up in the more working class red brick old industrial terrace houses. Now favoured by the Pakistani community, students and white down. Usually not a type of area I would usually try as the people who lived her had less to steal and were generally a little more cautious about the safety of the goods they did have. I thought I might as well try one whilst I was here after all I was practically invisible these days and I had nothing to lose, other than perhaps my freedom and maybe my ability to walk. I cycled up to the back of a mid terrace and perched my bike against the back wall. I peered through the window and the house had the appearance of being a shared property, with scruffy looking unkempt communal areas and fridges and other appliances not in the kitchen but in the hall way, I also noticed some expensive goods scattered around the place. I could see there was no one in the back of the house so I almost carelessly opened the back door. In the hall way was a two very expensive mountain bikes chained to a radiator, definitely a shared house possibly a student one. Student houses were good they were very dirty and nothing of value was left lying around in the communal areas but if you got into the rooms you were guaranteed some expensive items. As I walked into the house I could here soft music coming from the front room and the familiar aroma of strong weed. I crouched to the floor and crept into the room, it was darkened but the lack of light didn’t hide the dirtiness of the room, the carpet smelt and was littered with remnants of take aways and of goods days gone by. They had tried to split the room in two by using a large tie dye sheet suspended from the ceiling. The position of the sofa meant they had there backs to me so they couldn’t see me creeping around behind them. Leaning against the sofa was a top of the range electric bass guitar obviously some ones pride and joy. Tonight though it was going to be mine.
I knew my days were numbered and I had to end my good run, and look onto different money making activities when I was almost caught twice.
Someone I knew had been telling a group of us back at the hostel about being caught in a house, he had broken into it, and after about five minutes of looking around the house the owner had come back and found him. The owner was shocked but was determined to not let the lad go however trying to detain the boy and ring the police at the same time became too much and a fight broke out between the two of them, I guess the intruder had more to fight for than the owner, as he got the better of him and escaped. Being beaten then held by the man until the police arrived would have meant definite eventual incarceration, as breaking into someone’s house then having a fight was a serious event. I often thought about such scenarios as I didn’t like confrontations or violence at the best of times.
The first time I was almost caught I had returned to the same house for the third time. Both previous visits had been successful however the third wasn’t to be. The first room you entered from the back do was an undecorated room used for storage, and not a room people would inhabit for long periods of time. The first two times I had been there I had picked up cash and electrical goods, however on this third visit there were only larger items. It was already a particularly unsuccessful night hence my third return, and the only item I could see of value was a large set of golf clubs. As I picked them up and began to walk to the door I heard someone alert the other members of the house and then I could hear a number of people frantically trying to run through the house to where I was to try and get me, as they got closer they began to shout at me and I momentarily looked back and saw an angry face glaring at me as surged towards me. As I jumped through the backdoor I dropped the golf clubs which luckily blocked the entrance and as I darted through the back gate into the maze like backstreets I could hear the people struggling with moving the trapped golf bag and arguing with each other about me getting away. As I had done many times before and after I literally sprinted till I knew I was safe, I knew I had got away from them but also the police would be all over the place. This was the first time someone had sighted me and I knew it wasn’t good.
A few days later I bumped into a fellow addict criminal, more of an acquaintance than a friend. There was a strong network of us, who you would exchange information with from time to time. Who was selling good drugs? Good ways of making money? Who was talking to the police, you couldn’t completely trust them but some of the information was invaluable on increasing the longevity of your freedom. Anyway this guy looked a lot like me, though unlike me at the time he was well known to the local police as a prolific criminal. As we talked he complained that the other night he had been dragged out of his house in the middle of the night by the police in connection with a number of creep burglaries in the area where I had been working. He mentioned that another lad Duggy had also been in the cells at the same time over the same matter, but neither of them knew anything about it. I didn’t mention my involvement because I knew they sell me out as soon as look at me. I knew though things were not good and I should perhaps cut my losses whilst I still could.
The final straw came at the end of a particularly bad night where I literally spent hours and hours trying house after house without success, I had tried so many doors to only find them locked I became careless and was almost not even concentrating on one particular door, so sure it would be locked liked all the others that I didn’t turn it with the caution I should, even when it started to open it took a moment for me to register it was opening, as I snapped to my senses I began to step into the house. As I looked up a man was the other side of the door going about his business. He looked up at me and we both froze for what seemed like an eternity before he suddenly bolted toward me, in a panic I ran back out and through his garden looking back to see him almost catching me. I ran as fast as I could and I could hear his steps behind me, I ran till I felt sick but knew I couldn’t stop, I wanted to look back but feared it would slow me and he would catch me. I ran across the estate till I couldn’t run any further I couldn’t hear the man anymore so looked behind and luckily he had gone.
The law of the land also generally frowned upon this type of activity, this wasn't simple theft, you were almost pushing fate, as well as making people not feel safe in their own homes you were putting people face to face with those bad people they saw on television putting them in a situation where have to make decisions that don’t want to.
I mean I knew my intentions, to basically take whatever I could that could be changed into drugs as quickly as possible at the particularly moment of time.
The house occupant however they didn't know why I was there and to them I could be a murderer or a rapist, coming to attack them or their family. Put people in the position where they fear for their life or that of their family's and they will quickly out of character
Certain neighbourhoods seemed easier to work than others, not just because the rich inhabitants had more wealth to consume, but also the common layout of some areas gave definite advantage. Terrace houses which could be viewed from both sides or it was possible to completely see through the house from one side at the ground level gave favour, some thing I'm sure the architects more preoccupied with the facade and decorative finishes, didn't appreciate or consider years earlier.
The best find at any time of day or night was cash easily exchangeable and untraceable this could get you were you wanted to be quickly then easily converted into the drugs. The next best thing after cash was dependant on the time and location, generally jewellery or the latest technological gadgets were sort after as these have a common value and could be traded with more people. Anything that you knew a local dealer or fence had mentioned they were interested in. There were plenty of other items which could also be of great value in some cases far my valuable than all the cash in the house. However due to their size and the difficulty of carrying them, or being so specialised that they couldn't be converted into cash there and then, fell down the list. It was no good having an item that was worth a few grand if it meant you were going have to lay at home as time stopped and the sickness worsened waiting for the morning to greet you so you could go eventually.
An oddball friend of mine had first made me aware of this activity once whilst smoking in his flat, laughing as he told me the time when he had sneaked through someone’s patio doors one summer looking for something of value to steal and nearly been scared to death as suddenly music blasted out in front of him whilst he crawled across the floor, momentarily he curled up and froze then after what seemed like an age he looked up undisturbed to see a rather over weight woman in a tracksuit with here back to him awkwardly trying to perform an aerobics workout to her music. Once he returned to his senses after overcoming what seemed a slightly surreal set of circumstances that he had stumbled onto he looked for his quickest escape route when he notice the woman's handbag just behind her. Completely unaware that an intruder was literally just behind her the woman continued her uncoordinated bouncing around as my friend crept backwards delicately clutching her hand bag. Once he left he said his heart was pounding overwhelmed with a confused feeling of fear and excitement wrapped into amplified even further by the wedge of money he found in the handbag. A feeling I would eventually love and despise soon enough.
The first time I tried it I was with a group of others, and it seemed I was the one doing all the work, I didn't like doing it as a group, it didn't matter how quiet you were you had no control over the noise the others made, and their nerves would generally make them pushy and agitated, if a circumstance arose where the house owner became suspicious and your fellow creepers had to be quiet to prevent your capture they would generally look after themselves not caring if there panic driven escape resulted in your own presence been noticed. After two or three unsuccessful attempts as a group I decided this wasn't working out however as a way to make money alone it definitely had potential.
At the time I rented a room in the attic of a large house in a rather well off area, I was still working when I moved in allowing me the relevant access to bond money and references of my character, something your average drug addict didn't have. The landlord of the house was a huge slightly backwards man who had one side of his face blown off during a mining accident and with the compensation money for his injuries had bought this vast house as well as his newly wed Filipino wife which he had recently purchased via the Internet. The houses location was within a simple maze labyrinth residential area where it seemed which ever street you turned up you always seemed to end where you started. The first house I ever tried I could through the window there was no one in the house on the ground floor but there were lights on both upstairs and down. I felt quite confident as I tried the door handle and to my surprise it opened straight away, as soon as I entered the house I looked around the particularly bare entry room and noticed a wad of cash notes on a badly painted unused white fire place. I grabbed the money and run and once a few blocks away completely undetected with a nice amount of money I almost skipped up the road trying to come to terms with how easy it was.
The second night I went out again and almost weirdly the first house I tried again was unlocked and in the first room I entered was another wedge of money which by pure coincidence happened to be the exact same amount as the previous day. I strolled away and thought this was meant to be, how easy was this, everyone leaves open there doors and leaves there money lying around. This was so easy, none of these destructive noisy breaking and entering empty houses ever knowing if someone has heard you and notified the police and they could be there any minute.
As my confidence grew I became fearless, and began doing this all over the place at different times of day, trying it in places Id never thought of as I travelled to and from places unrelated to my chaos consumed world.
After a while as I tried more and more houses I found that generally more people had their doors locked than not, whether the first few I tried that were open was purely luck or whether my activities had been made aware to the general public by word of mouth or media I did not know, all I did know was houses to enter were getting few and far between, so when I did find an unlocked house I had to make the most of it, sometimes taking greater risk. One thing I did do was return to a number of houses I had previously stolen from before. Stepping back and looking at this logically this isn't a good idea however to the desperate thief the familiarity and the previous successful entry made these properties very appealing. Some of the houses I went back to I was successful again. I mean if I entered the house without anyone seeing me or being aware I had been there how would they know that they had been stolen from. I often wondered what people would think when they couldn't find their money or belongings, maybe they would think they had left it somewhere else them search the house as I often did form my keys, or perhaps thought someone else in the house had taken it. It’s unlikely they would automatically think that someone had crept into their house and rummaged through their possession's as they sat and vegetated in front of the television.
Work was good many a successful evening and my nerves had definitely calmed, I had just the right level of substance in my system, enough to take away the aches but not to much to sedate my senses and slower my reflexes. I was getting quite good at the whole creeping into peoples houses and my increased controlled risk taking was given me a better return for my time. One evening as I strolled up the street a particular house presented itself to me, everything seemed right about it. I gently turned the kitchen door and it was as though I knew it was going to open before it did. Once it opened I crept into the kitchen which was very dated. The decoration was old and the appliances were somewhat basic, the people of this house were definitely of simple tastes. Instead of searching the kitchen I continued to creep further into the house. There was a shard of light giving some visibility on the other dark hallway, coming from the narrow gap where the door for the lounge was partially open. The television was the only sound coming from the room and there was no noise of movement of the people sat in the room. I continued past the room and looked upstairs from the foot of the stairs. Once on the stairs there was no going back, if I raised the attention of the people they would be between me and my only means of escape. I edged my way up the stairs carefully to prevent any creaking noises and straight into the bedrooms. The bedroom curtains were open and the light from the street lamps shone in and lit up the whole room. The decoration of the bedroom was same as that of the rest of the house plain and dated but over on the bedside table was the biggest jewellery box. Jewels of all sizes filled the box and its multiple compartments, not just large ornate sentimental rings and broaches but big big chunky gold and diamond rings, ones no jeweller in their right mind would turn down.
I wouldn’t say it was arrogance but more like narcotic induced ignorance maybe bordering on stupidity, but I started the think I was invisible, I mean I was going into 5 or 6 houses every night undetected and pretty much helping myself. I even started using an expensive mountain bike which I had stolen from the back of a restaurant as my means of transport, which I would prop up outside the house as I entered looking for goods. One night for some reason I had travelled further than the normal cosy middle class suburban areas which I usually favoured and had ended up in the more working class red brick old industrial terrace houses. Now favoured by the Pakistani community, students and white down. Usually not a type of area I would usually try as the people who lived her had less to steal and were generally a little more cautious about the safety of the goods they did have. I thought I might as well try one whilst I was here after all I was practically invisible these days and I had nothing to lose, other than perhaps my freedom and maybe my ability to walk. I cycled up to the back of a mid terrace and perched my bike against the back wall. I peered through the window and the house had the appearance of being a shared property, with scruffy looking unkempt communal areas and fridges and other appliances not in the kitchen but in the hall way, I also noticed some expensive goods scattered around the place. I could see there was no one in the back of the house so I almost carelessly opened the back door. In the hall way was a two very expensive mountain bikes chained to a radiator, definitely a shared house possibly a student one. Student houses were good they were very dirty and nothing of value was left lying around in the communal areas but if you got into the rooms you were guaranteed some expensive items. As I walked into the house I could here soft music coming from the front room and the familiar aroma of strong weed. I crouched to the floor and crept into the room, it was darkened but the lack of light didn’t hide the dirtiness of the room, the carpet smelt and was littered with remnants of take aways and of goods days gone by. They had tried to split the room in two by using a large tie dye sheet suspended from the ceiling. The position of the sofa meant they had there backs to me so they couldn’t see me creeping around behind them. Leaning against the sofa was a top of the range electric bass guitar obviously some ones pride and joy. Tonight though it was going to be mine.
I knew my days were numbered and I had to end my good run, and look onto different money making activities when I was almost caught twice.
Someone I knew had been telling a group of us back at the hostel about being caught in a house, he had broken into it, and after about five minutes of looking around the house the owner had come back and found him. The owner was shocked but was determined to not let the lad go however trying to detain the boy and ring the police at the same time became too much and a fight broke out between the two of them, I guess the intruder had more to fight for than the owner, as he got the better of him and escaped. Being beaten then held by the man until the police arrived would have meant definite eventual incarceration, as breaking into someone’s house then having a fight was a serious event. I often thought about such scenarios as I didn’t like confrontations or violence at the best of times.
The first time I was almost caught I had returned to the same house for the third time. Both previous visits had been successful however the third wasn’t to be. The first room you entered from the back do was an undecorated room used for storage, and not a room people would inhabit for long periods of time. The first two times I had been there I had picked up cash and electrical goods, however on this third visit there were only larger items. It was already a particularly unsuccessful night hence my third return, and the only item I could see of value was a large set of golf clubs. As I picked them up and began to walk to the door I heard someone alert the other members of the house and then I could hear a number of people frantically trying to run through the house to where I was to try and get me, as they got closer they began to shout at me and I momentarily looked back and saw an angry face glaring at me as surged towards me. As I jumped through the backdoor I dropped the golf clubs which luckily blocked the entrance and as I darted through the back gate into the maze like backstreets I could hear the people struggling with moving the trapped golf bag and arguing with each other about me getting away. As I had done many times before and after I literally sprinted till I knew I was safe, I knew I had got away from them but also the police would be all over the place. This was the first time someone had sighted me and I knew it wasn’t good.
A few days later I bumped into a fellow addict criminal, more of an acquaintance than a friend. There was a strong network of us, who you would exchange information with from time to time. Who was selling good drugs? Good ways of making money? Who was talking to the police, you couldn’t completely trust them but some of the information was invaluable on increasing the longevity of your freedom. Anyway this guy looked a lot like me, though unlike me at the time he was well known to the local police as a prolific criminal. As we talked he complained that the other night he had been dragged out of his house in the middle of the night by the police in connection with a number of creep burglaries in the area where I had been working. He mentioned that another lad Duggy had also been in the cells at the same time over the same matter, but neither of them knew anything about it. I didn’t mention my involvement because I knew they sell me out as soon as look at me. I knew though things were not good and I should perhaps cut my losses whilst I still could.
The final straw came at the end of a particularly bad night where I literally spent hours and hours trying house after house without success, I had tried so many doors to only find them locked I became careless and was almost not even concentrating on one particular door, so sure it would be locked liked all the others that I didn’t turn it with the caution I should, even when it started to open it took a moment for me to register it was opening, as I snapped to my senses I began to step into the house. As I looked up a man was the other side of the door going about his business. He looked up at me and we both froze for what seemed like an eternity before he suddenly bolted toward me, in a panic I ran back out and through his garden looking back to see him almost catching me. I ran as fast as I could and I could hear his steps behind me, I ran till I felt sick but knew I couldn’t stop, I wanted to look back but feared it would slow me and he would catch me. I ran across the estate till I couldn’t run any further I couldn’t hear the man anymore so looked behind and luckily he had gone.
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