Last night we had quite a scare.
I was McNabb/Cicerello Manor until about 10, and got home about 11. Tom finished up his zombie blog post, and we were sitting on the couch zoning out to some tube for a few minutes before bed. It must have been 1130 or 12, when I heard a thumping noise on the front of the house below the picture window. I asked Tom to pause the TV, but it was quiet. Convinced I heard something, I opened the front door to look around (I expected a critter) and Tom went to the dining room windows to look outside.
We were shocked to see two police cars and about six cops on foot WITH THEIR GUNS OUT walking all around our home and neighbors' homes too. As one of them headed for the driveway I went down to turn on the outside lights and ask what was going on, but as I opened the door, he yelled at me to get in the house and lock the door. The gravity of the situation hit me, and I got really scared. He was going to check the 3 season room. I also realized I was that IDIOT who goes outside when shit is going down with the cops and shouldn't have. My dad would have been so mad at me! We then went all through the house locking the windows, turning off lights, and shutting the shades. I even locked the two windows next to the picture window.
We then warned Pretzel, and sat in the dining room watching the goings on outside with shallow breaths. Then, we heard the noise again, and the cops yelled, ''He's running, there he is!" AND HE RAN OUT FROM BETWEEN OUR BUSHES AND OUR HOUSE-- directly underneath where we were standing. Tom grabbed me and pulled me to the floor and yelled, 'GET DOWN!' I know it sounds all dramatic, but remember guns were drawn. My heart was beating so fast! They all ran off after him (we didn't get a good look at him), and we stared in disbelief out our windows after them.
We have large bushes over 6 feet high in places in front of our house but there is about a 2 foot gap between them and the house, so there is plenty of room to walk through. We've wanted to tear them out since we moved in, but always had too many projects inside the house to work on. Looks like that will be happening in early spring!!!!
It was really hard for me to calm down and go to sleep after that, and I was still quite scared, so I called the Police Station's non-emergency number. The man said the suspect was apprehended, but would give no more info. Nothing makes you feel more helpless than being afraid with no resources. That and I get really upset because we live in a really good neighborhood. It's quiet here, everyone takes care of their lawn, keeps up their homes, and is friendly. Most of the residents are really old, and we're like 300 feet from a church and a grade school.
Our neighborhood gets a bad rap because (gasp) black people live here in the majority. But who cares? I'm proud to live in a multi-cultural community. Statistics have proven again and again that it is POVERTY that causes most criminal activity, and not race. It just so happens that more minorities are poor than whites, so they commit most of the crimes. Look at what happened in Tinley, less than 5 miles from where Tom grew up? That's a really high income area, and most people can't afford to live there. It also has one of the best school systems in the country-- oh, and 5 people were killed there last week. Crime can be random. And that's what it was here.
I've checked the police blotter and nothing is up yet but some suspended licenses and retail theft, so I have no idea who was being chased or why. Last week I saw a domestic dispute and an assault arrest as well, but those things happen everywhere. Whatever. I'll post the link if I can find it.
But THANK YOU to the Matteson Police Force for keeping my family safe, and being vigilant when necessary.
I've taken a few pics of the bad guy's footprints in the snow. There's police tracks everywhere too, but these are his. Here they are.
I was McNabb/Cicerello Manor until about 10, and got home about 11. Tom finished up his zombie blog post, and we were sitting on the couch zoning out to some tube for a few minutes before bed. It must have been 1130 or 12, when I heard a thumping noise on the front of the house below the picture window. I asked Tom to pause the TV, but it was quiet. Convinced I heard something, I opened the front door to look around (I expected a critter) and Tom went to the dining room windows to look outside.
We were shocked to see two police cars and about six cops on foot WITH THEIR GUNS OUT walking all around our home and neighbors' homes too. As one of them headed for the driveway I went down to turn on the outside lights and ask what was going on, but as I opened the door, he yelled at me to get in the house and lock the door. The gravity of the situation hit me, and I got really scared. He was going to check the 3 season room. I also realized I was that IDIOT who goes outside when shit is going down with the cops and shouldn't have. My dad would have been so mad at me! We then went all through the house locking the windows, turning off lights, and shutting the shades. I even locked the two windows next to the picture window.
We then warned Pretzel, and sat in the dining room watching the goings on outside with shallow breaths. Then, we heard the noise again, and the cops yelled, ''He's running, there he is!" AND HE RAN OUT FROM BETWEEN OUR BUSHES AND OUR HOUSE-- directly underneath where we were standing. Tom grabbed me and pulled me to the floor and yelled, 'GET DOWN!' I know it sounds all dramatic, but remember guns were drawn. My heart was beating so fast! They all ran off after him (we didn't get a good look at him), and we stared in disbelief out our windows after them.
We have large bushes over 6 feet high in places in front of our house but there is about a 2 foot gap between them and the house, so there is plenty of room to walk through. We've wanted to tear them out since we moved in, but always had too many projects inside the house to work on. Looks like that will be happening in early spring!!!!
It was really hard for me to calm down and go to sleep after that, and I was still quite scared, so I called the Police Station's non-emergency number. The man said the suspect was apprehended, but would give no more info. Nothing makes you feel more helpless than being afraid with no resources. That and I get really upset because we live in a really good neighborhood. It's quiet here, everyone takes care of their lawn, keeps up their homes, and is friendly. Most of the residents are really old, and we're like 300 feet from a church and a grade school.
Our neighborhood gets a bad rap because (gasp) black people live here in the majority. But who cares? I'm proud to live in a multi-cultural community. Statistics have proven again and again that it is POVERTY that causes most criminal activity, and not race. It just so happens that more minorities are poor than whites, so they commit most of the crimes. Look at what happened in Tinley, less than 5 miles from where Tom grew up? That's a really high income area, and most people can't afford to live there. It also has one of the best school systems in the country-- oh, and 5 people were killed there last week. Crime can be random. And that's what it was here.
I've checked the police blotter and nothing is up yet but some suspended licenses and retail theft, so I have no idea who was being chased or why. Last week I saw a domestic dispute and an assault arrest as well, but those things happen everywhere. Whatever. I'll post the link if I can find it.
But THANK YOU to the Matteson Police Force for keeping my family safe, and being vigilant when necessary.
I've taken a few pics of the bad guy's footprints in the snow. There's police tracks everywhere too, but these are his. Here they are.
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2 comments:
Zoiks! I'm glad you're okay. That had to be terrifying.
-Mev
I'm sure it was just one of Tom's Podcast fans still pissed off about his Seven Samauri rating!!
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