Out of the WSB inbox, from “a resident on 40th between Alaska and Oregon” (map): The note begins, “Just wanted to let the community know about a guy who was casing our house today …” Here’s the rest, including a precise description of the person:
At 8:30 am he knocked a friendly sounding solid knock and then another one as I climbed out of bed. I came to the door and I saw through the stained glass that he seemed to be listening closely for any noise and when I said hello it surprised him. He then went on to tell me that he was interested in the boat we had in the back and something about his friend etc. and wanted to know if it was for sale, he wanted to know my name and if I was going to be home later on in the day. I told him to hold on while I looked for a pen and paper for him to write on, because we actually were interested in selling it. I was still very groggy at this point and was believing this guy’s story so far, but had enough sense to let him know that I WILL be here and thank God I didn’t tell him my name.
It took me a while to find a piece of paper and then I tried to slip it under the door but the door crack wasn’t wide enough. At this point I told him to go around to the side door so I could slide it under, then I realized how dumb I was to direct him to the side of my house. When I saw him go around he picked up my gardening shoes I had on the stair and tossed them onto the grass, at this point that freaked me out even more so I knocked on the window, as he was standing on the first stair, looked at his face and said go. I got good look at him and his face, here’s the description. Oh and yes I called it in.
Here’s what he looked like: scraggly white guy in his late 30’s/early 40’s, grayish brown hair that was kind of long on top and shorter around the sides, he had really small, deeply set blue eyes, was wearing jeans and a jean jacket and he was pretty tall and lanky about (5’9/6′), skinny and he was smoking profusely.
Keep an eye out for your neighbors and lock your windows and doors!!
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