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There are people who will do anything for money, and there are people who hire them. They really do believe in their own self-aggrandizement and presumption of authority to violate you. It’s mental illness, and it comes up in some of my other stories, like Mitchell’s Mission, Mitchell’s Malice, and Deep State Trash.
Millie could see on her doorbell camera that someone had approached her home. She gets an alert when she’s away from the house when someone is there. There wasn’t anything happening at her house, she was not expecting a delivery, and she couldn’t recognize the person. They used her walkway, stayed off the lawn and then a few minutes later, they left.
She didn’t think much of it, really. She would have known if they used the doorbell, they didn’t. She thought that was odd. Millie continued about her business away from the house. She had the usual things to do on a Tuesday, so she’d be away for a couple of hours.
Upon arriving to her house, bringing in some things from her grocery shopping and whatnot, she couldn’t believe what she saw. She was in her living room, looking around, and there had been a break-in. This was the worst, creepiest feeling she’d ever had.
It was far worse than the feeling she had the first time she had this happen to her, at her apartment, 20 years earlier. In that instance, anything of value that she had, and also some personal items that seemed more like cruelty. A few of her favorite kitchen things, some of her notebooks of writing, her work, and notes on some volunteering she was doing, and a couple of family photos were also taken in that instance.
This was different. As she stood there, in the center of the room, not only did she realize that nothing was taken, but that every item that had been stolen in the 20 years earlier break-in, from the other location, had been left. This is the worst feeling of violation she’s ever experienced. Someone is toying with her. They are aware of her life, her whereabouts, and they are attempting to take a position of emotional control.
Millie immediately calls the police, and after a few hours they give her some, but not many details. A neighbor's doorbell camera also had the person in their view, and the vehicle they drove was visible. They’ll be checking with other neighbors to see if there are any close enough to get the license plate, but they will comb the public cameras in the vicinity for the car.
The police surmise that the person probably disabled the alarm when they came to the front door. There are jamming devices that can do that. Then, they used the back alley to enter the property, coming inside through the back door of the garage and entering the home there.
“What kind of parents, raise a child to become an adult that will do things like this?” Millie asks, aloud.
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