a knock in the night
Posted: November 1, 2012 Filed under: history | Tags: children, deranged, fear, growing up, knock on the door, murder, Naperville, pain, police, sad, tragic 28 CommentsThe 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.
bwthoughts 
Oh that’s terrible and so, so, sad.
I was sad for days, the final newspaper report said she told the police “She was mad because her husband didn’t appreciate her”.
For me, pets and kids don’t ask to be here… it’s up to us to care for them, not harm them.
It saddens me to hear about tragedies like this. What kind or world are we living in if even innocent children aren´t safe anymore? You normaly read about it in the paper but having it happen so close by must be really scary.
I know, I think our culture doesn’t value the children. It saddens me.
and it seems to be getting worse, bearing in mind that, unfortunately, there is a word or two to be said about todays generation of children, too – that´s not to say that anyone should have the right to harm children!
Too many stories like this happening… leave the children out of it. Nice take on a gruesome prompt… and if you were indeed, standing there at 2a.m talking to cops… not a prompt at all.
in this blog the stories are as true as my memory can make them. That was a sad sad day. It took me several days to get over it,
How could the detective not have been angry and gruff, if he had looked on the scene?
wow. my heart aches for them.
it is a great sorrow I am glad I have not known.
These stories are so hard to believe…. but I know they happen every day.
yes, there is a malaise going about. I hope we don’t catch it.
I understand! I agree!
perhaps laughter is the vaccine
It’s a tragic story. One that seems too often repeated with variations. What I find also appalling, is the over-zealousness in reporting, an almost gleeful description of the victims last few moments.
I heard it on the news…another sad one happened in New York last month…God help us.
yes indeed
tragic….
yes
Holy Cow! What is going on with your neighborhood?!
That is sad. 😦
It makes me sick to think of what those last moments were like for the children and… their parents…who can comfort them…it’s just horrible.
I don’t imagine there is comfort. Perhaps it is proof of evil.
If this had happened during the day, it would have been less startling (the knocking, I mean, rather than the murder.) Being pulled from sleep and the darkness seem to make things worse.
yes, it was startling.
i can’t help but share you’re sentiment here. so sad
yes, it is only an ancillary incident to me, but it seems like we have so much violence against children.
we sure do and that’s the reason i blog to bring this crap out of the dark!
yes, it is a good thing.
thank you!