a knock in the nightPosted: November 1, 2012
The knock came first, then the doorbell. It was 2:00 AM. Angry, it echoed two notes again and again as whoever it was pounded on the door. Two AM, better put on pants. Such a safe neighborhood, can’t be anything bad, still my left hand ached for a club, a weapon of some sort. Funny how reassuring that can be. Still my doubts plagued me, do I peek first. Screw it, just open the door, take what comes.
It’s two policemen, no a detective and an blue clad officer. Polite, but no nonsense. They ask me my name, have I lived here long. Was I here tonight. Holy crap, they are going to arrest me. What’s your date of birth? Why do they want that?
What do you know about that white car parked two doors down? Nothing? Why what’s going on. Did you hear anything unusual or loud tonight? No, if I do, it is usually the neighbor kids. They ask a few more questions, then politely take their leave. I ask again what’s going on. You’ll know in the morning, as they stepped away into darkness.
With dawn at the end of troubled sleep, a deranged woman slashed and stabbed two children she was babysitting and the murder weapon was in her car. Children and pets, they cannot choose, they look to us for protection. How sad I am for so many children of this generation. Children we failed to protect.
The news story is here, gruesome.