This one is going to be quick, since I apparently need to go down to the local precinct so I can sign the police report.
I think someone broke into my house. I was on the couch in my living room, when Molly started barking at something down the hall, as she's done fairly often recently. I said in my other post that she seems to be barking at nothing, and I stand by that, but this time, when I looked up at whatever she was barking at, I saw someone.
A person in some sort of ratty greyish-white outfit was stepping into my bedroom. I grabbed the nearest semi-heavy object I could get my hands on and ran after them, but when I got to my room (fire poker in hand) they were already gone.
They must have gone out the window, because my room doesn't have any doors to the outside. Probably came in that way, too, since they didn't come by me when they came in, so they didn't come in the front door.
I'm not sure why they chose to close my window on their way out, though.
So I'm going to be keeping all of my windows locked tight from now on, at least once I air my room out. For some reason, it smells like smoke and dead animals.
...Also, I think I'm doing better. I know I've said that before, but I actually got six hours after my last post, and I haven't really had any episodes since then. It's pretty short-term, but I'm hopeful.
Maybe I never left.
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