True Story- 2 am Scare

I am sitting in my red leather recliner (I brought from my home) in the florida room of the home we are temporary renting while our home gets repaired. Everyone is asleep in their beds and I was writing a poem.

All of a sudden I hear the automatic garage door open up. It is noisy and I am about 10 feet from the inside door to the garage. I yell "John!" and get out of the recliner to get to the master bedroom as fast as I can which is at the other end of the house. I told my husband what I heard and I am shaking, scared that someone will enter the house next. My husband pulls  on his pants to go see what was going on.

When we walk through the living room I hear a car engine start and a car pull away.

My husband opens the kitchen door and says, "Oh, we left the garage door open." Which we didn't, he is not awake to realize what I said. So I repeat, "John I woke you as I just heard the garage door open...and he says, "Yes, you said that." Sleepy men make no sense.

My daughter got up as she heard the door herself and she was scared. She hears a car door, so John goes out to find if our second car doors are unlocked. Our first car is in the garage. I think the person already left but in case someone is still outside...I don't doubt her. My husband locks all the car doors and house doors goes back to bed. My daughter goes to bed and I am now wide awake and no longer scared. I am ready to kick some a**. I went from scared to ready to rumble. Somehow adreneline rushes make me forget that I am disabled... and an old woman.. I feel like a protective tigeress. My cub and one of her friends need protections. It is one of her friends that was in our living room when the car recently hit our home in April. Thank God she apparently slept through it.

Now the home owners son may have stopped by to pick up something he should have gotten from us during the day...so I will call his mother tomorrow. If it wasn't him, I will want her to change the code and contact the police.

For now I will be tonights watch person as I am too scared to sleep. I am hoping it was her son, but being a vacation rental, who knows how many people know the code to get in or how often she changes it.

At least when I yelled out my husbands name the person must have got in their car and fled...if not I will have something near me to bash them in the head if they try and gets in the house. I'll be screaming for my husband and this stranger will be joining me, screaming for mercy... I may a patient kind christian woman 99% of the time, but the other 1% of the time...well, let's just say you don't want that 1% to surface.