Uninvited guest

This happened to a friend, of a friend of mine only recently.

I’ll call her Jane for the purpose of this story. Jane is in her 30s and lives with her husband and young children. She doesn’t live that far from my house.

One afternoon, Jane had returned home from getting groceries and entertained her youngest children, whom are yet to start school, in the living room one afternoon which is towards the back of the house, by setting them up with their favourite TV show and snacks.

Jane had just gone to her room to lay down on her bed and briefly nap, leaving the door wide open, so that the children can get to her. Her bed faces the door so she can easily see whoever is there.

Jane slept for, what felt like, 20 minutes before waking up. There was no reason why she did, but as she opened her eyes, she saw a strange woman standing at her door. Her stomach turned inside out, and she got to her feet, concerned for her children’s safety.

She asked the woman: Who are you? What are you doing in my HOUSE!? The strange woman replied: I thought my friend lived here, and then walked out the front door. Jane had left the front door unlocked by mistake, and this strange woman had walked in the house.

She checked to make sure the kids are okay – they were.

The thought of anything happening to her children absolutely freaked her out, and she immediately shared it on FaceBook to let people know what just happened.

Jane now always checks all her doors and windows and makes sure they’re locked, and she has since moved house because she no longer felt safe in her own home.

“Jane” via FaceBook

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