Well. That was scary~
For fifteen minutes, I was sure I was going to die. And not in the quickest of methods either. I kept playing out possible scenes where I'd be stabbed, burned, or just hacked to death. And then later burned maybe...
Why? Because at around 7.00pm some random guy comes and starts banging at our gate asking for our caretaker. He sounded pretty mad, and he wouldn't stop banging or ringing the door bell.
I ignored the guy at first, because I assumed the caretaker's family would open the gate since he seemed to be wanting to meet them. Yeah. But 20 minutes later the man was still there and was getting even more violent.
So I went round the back to alert the family and found that THEY HAD GONE OFF SOMEWHERE AND HADN'T INFORMED ME. Which obviously meant that now I WAS ALONE. Hmm.
Right, so I went to my brothers' room and peeped through the gap in the curtains to try and get a peep at what the guy looked like. But it might have been that he was super short or something because I couldn't even see the top of his head above the gate.
And then...
I hear the latch on the gate being opened.
That's when I ran, got the cheese knife (lol), and disappeared into the TV room and called up my aunt right away. She couldn't come right then because she was with my cousin brother who had just got back from the hospital after some major hip operation, so she told me she'd check on this with the caretaker and would call him right away. So I said okay and hung up and pretended to not hear footsteps or more yelling.
About ten minutes later, when the guy had apparently gone away and things were quiet once again, a motorbike pulls up in front of our house and the caretaker's family just casually slips right into the house and goes back to their business. Not even a word. Not even a 'Hey, how are you? You weren't scared, were you?' FFF >.>''
Aunty calls back and asks me if the caretaker called me, because she'd called him and asked him to get back to me immediately. Apparently not. He still hasn't called btw. And his family hasn't spoken to me either. Huh.
Very wonderfully irresponsible of them... going away without telling me, leaving the gate unlocked, and then allowing crazy visitors into the place. I mean, if that guy had the nerve to decide to open the gat, then he would have not hesitated to jump over our pretty low wall and come through the garden and smash through a window as well.
Also, what's bothering me the most is that neither party is talking to me. As if they're guilty of something. They'd been quite distant ever since my parents have forbidden them access to the main house (which, we found out, they were living in instead of in their annexed house >.>). And the guy is the revengeful type (unfortunately) and my uncles and aunts all told me to be realllllly careful around them because... it just might be a plot to scare me out of the house so they could come live in it again.
Way to make me feel better |:
Why? Because at around 7.00pm some random guy comes and starts banging at our gate asking for our caretaker. He sounded pretty mad, and he wouldn't stop banging or ringing the door bell.
I ignored the guy at first, because I assumed the caretaker's family would open the gate since he seemed to be wanting to meet them. Yeah. But 20 minutes later the man was still there and was getting even more violent.
So I went round the back to alert the family and found that THEY HAD GONE OFF SOMEWHERE AND HADN'T INFORMED ME. Which obviously meant that now I WAS ALONE. Hmm.
Right, so I went to my brothers' room and peeped through the gap in the curtains to try and get a peep at what the guy looked like. But it might have been that he was super short or something because I couldn't even see the top of his head above the gate.
And then...
I hear the latch on the gate being opened.
That's when I ran, got the cheese knife (lol), and disappeared into the TV room and called up my aunt right away. She couldn't come right then because she was with my cousin brother who had just got back from the hospital after some major hip operation, so she told me she'd check on this with the caretaker and would call him right away. So I said okay and hung up and pretended to not hear footsteps or more yelling.
About ten minutes later, when the guy had apparently gone away and things were quiet once again, a motorbike pulls up in front of our house and the caretaker's family just casually slips right into the house and goes back to their business. Not even a word. Not even a 'Hey, how are you? You weren't scared, were you?' FFF >.>''
Aunty calls back and asks me if the caretaker called me, because she'd called him and asked him to get back to me immediately. Apparently not. He still hasn't called btw. And his family hasn't spoken to me either. Huh.
Very wonderfully irresponsible of them... going away without telling me, leaving the gate unlocked, and then allowing crazy visitors into the place. I mean, if that guy had the nerve to decide to open the gat, then he would have not hesitated to jump over our pretty low wall and come through the garden and smash through a window as well.
Also, what's bothering me the most is that neither party is talking to me. As if they're guilty of something. They'd been quite distant ever since my parents have forbidden them access to the main house (which, we found out, they were living in instead of in their annexed house >.>). And the guy is the revengeful type (unfortunately) and my uncles and aunts all told me to be realllllly careful around them because... it just might be a plot to scare me out of the house so they could come live in it again.
Way to make me feel better |: