I just moved in with some old friends a few weeks ago and they are very responsible when it comes to locking up when they leave, especially since the two of them are out of town for a romantic getaway. So why would the door be wide open? Prior to moving in they did mention to me that an older gentlemen tends to wander into their yard, and every once in a while he finds a way in. Could that moment have finally arrived. I have to admit I thought they were joking when they told me all this. But if it is him in the house, how do I get him out? I was totally not listening when the told me which hospital he comes from. A I’m feeling a little nervous and uneasy. What if it isn’t him and it’s an actual dangerous intruder. Or what if today he just snaps and tries to hurt me? Why couldn’t he have come while my roommates were here so I could see how they typically handle it. Pulling up in the driveway and my palms are really starting to sweat now. My steering wheel is drenched. I think I’ll put 911 in my phone ready to dial just in case. Walking up to the door I can feel my heart racing, as if it’s about to jump through my chest. So far, everything in the front entryway is untouched. I can’t hear anything, maybe he’s already left. I go to the kitchen and grab a knife, just to be safe. With the knife in my right hand and my cellphone with 911 ready to dial in my left hand I start to feel a tiny bit calmer. After checking downstairs, I make my way upstairs to check the bedrooms. So far, so good. I check the guest room first, nothing. I move across the hall to check my room, everything is untouched with no one in sight. I slowly make my way down the hall to my roommates room and I start to hear a noise. It’s muffled but it definitely sounds like a person the closer I get. I’m a little taken aback as I get to the door because it’s sounds like soft moaning. I really hope I’m not about to walk in on my roommates enjoying private time. I slowly turn the doorknob and gently push open the door. It looks as if someone is under the covers and the moaning gets a little bit louder. I decide to just rip the covers off. “Ahhh,” “aaaahh!!” We both scream in fright. It is the old man and he has no pants or underwear on. I’m officially disgusted. I also feel a little bad for my roommates. They’re definitely going to have to wash their sheets. “Who are you,” the old man says to me in anger. I don’t even answer, I just immediately call 911 and explain the situation. The emergency operator tells me they know exactly who he is and that there’s a patrol car nearby that’s on the way. They inform me to just leave him in the room and wait for the emergency responders at the front door. They must’ve been close because they arrive in about 5 minutes. They greet me and ask where he is. I point them to upstairs. As the responders are walking him out the front door I stop one of them and ask who he is. “Greg, he’s actually pretty notorious around here.” “Oh, How so?” “In the 70s he used to break into young single women’s homes, steal their clothes, and do nasty things in their beds.” “Oh my God! But wait, why does he always come to this house?” “Well, since he has Alzheimer’s I suppose this must be the only house he remembers.” “But what would be the significance of this house.” “Well, I heard this was the house of his favorite girl. She was the only one he ever tied up and held hostage. In fact, I think she was the reason he was caught.” I am absolutely stunned. I feel frozen, my body is literally unable to move. Do my roommates know about this? This is something a house full of women should know. “Ma’am, are you gonna be ok?” The responder says to me. “I’m not sure, to be honest. But thank you for getting him.” The responders leave with Greg in tow. As I watch their car drive away I can’t help but to think I should call my roommates immediately. But I really would hate to mess up their trip. I guess I’ll just wait for now and wash their sheets for the time being. But this is definitely something we are going to have to have a house meeting about.