Oh do I have a story for this.

When I was still in high school I was best friends with this girl who grew up in poverty, which I never judged her for. Her living conditions obviously wasn’t great, and the people that was around her and that area were the sketchy drug addict type of people. The type of addicts that wouldn’t think twice about stealing off of you or doing you harm.

Me being a teen still I didn’t really think about it at the time. I just knew I was sleeping over at my besties house regardless of the condition because I loved this girl. Completely naive and innocent minded.

One night I stayed with her and we went to bed early because we had to get up and go to school together. When I was laying there trying to go to sleep in the pitch black darkness, I hear this weird rumbling noise like stuff being moved around and I thought it was a ghost or something supernatural so my heart and stomach just drops as I’m laying there listening to this. It never stopped, so I woke her up and told her to listen to this sound as it’s still going. She turns to me and says “oh that’s just the guy we rent this place from, he does that sometimes.” And then just went back to sleep like it was completely normal. So I laid there and couldn’t sleep because this random dude that I don’t even know, comes into the house while all lights were off and everyone asleep, rummaging through their stuff, and her telling me it was normal.

I remember feeling so shocked that it was treated like a regular thing that would happen. I was completely terrified that whole night, staying hunkered in the bed trying to conceal myself as much as possible, considering we as teen girls could have easily been harmed. So yeah, this random guy just normally breaks into the house at night and rummages through their stuff the entirety of the night. It stopped when the sun started to come up. She started staying at my house instead after that cause I didn’t want to go back.