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Thursday, August 3, 2017
It Is Alarming
It Is Alarming
I have mentioned many times that we live in a creepy house. We have a corner townhome and have two connecting neighbors. The house is not sound insulated particularly well and when someone next door clomps around, it sometimes sounds like they are right downstairs and in our house…especially at night.
Several years ago, someone broke into the house when no one was home. They scampered out the back when Mrs. C came home and they stole nothing…still it leaves you feeling a little creepy. It is because of all this that Mrs. C is very strict about locking the doors when entering or leaving the house, and setting the alarm. When the door is locked the creepy noises are easier to ignore.
Currently my youngest, 19 yo Spencer, is spending the summer with us before he heads back to school. He is used to entering a house through the garage door where you do not need to worry about locking up as a code is needed to enter. Spencer is not very good about remembering to lock the door when entering or leaving the house.
This last weekend we left him alone and made sure to drill into him the importance of locking the door and setting the alarm.
The other night, Spencer left to see friends around 9:30 PM. Mrs. C and I were in bed watching tv when he left.
“You’d better go down stairs and make sure he locked the door.”
“I agree, odds are that he did not.”
I went down stairs to check and as my feet left the stairs and hit the first floor, I was greeted by a piercing siren and flashing lights. I stood paralyzed for several seconds before it struck me what had happened. Spencer not only locked the door, he also set the alarm while we were inside the house.
I shut off the alarm. Then the alarm company called asking for the password to confirm all was clear. Fortunately, Mrs. C took the call as I did not know the password.
At least we gave the alarm system a good check, and probably scared the bejesus out of our next-door neighbors.
I went back upstairs and started to complain about my idiot son when Mrs. C reminded me,
“Now you know how Peter (Step-son) felt when you did the same thing to him a few years ago!”
Oops! I guess like father, like son.