Another Scary Encounter

At precisely 4:30 on Thursday, May 18th, another strange white man knocked on my kitchen door. This time Smith was in the kitchen with me as well as A. I went to the door, as Smith started to bark, and met a scruffy-looking man wearing a track suit. He had greying hair, gold chains around his neck, and a really aggressive demeanor. Perhaps because of my experience the previous morning, I was a bit reluctant to open the door for him as well.

I said "yes,?" as Smith rushed to the door. "I'm not afraid of dogs," he said, as I managed to pull Smith back and give his leash to A. Again, I said, "Yes"? and he seemed annoyed and bluntly replied, "I used to live here, are you going to let me in, or are you going to come out here"? I have a question for you." I went for the doorknob to open the door, figuring I was safe with Smith by my side, but noticed that this strange guy practically lunged to push open the door. He was too damn eager. I had almost turned the door lock into the open position, but his agressivness scared me, and I decided in a split second to not open the door. I said nicely, but firmly, "you can ask me your question from here." He was even more annoyed and said " there are some brown shutters in the basement, are they still there"? At that moment I didn't know what he was talking about, vaguely recalling the sight of some hideous shutters in the basement shortly after we moved in. Nevertheless, I said "No .....I don't think so." He was pissed and said "no, or you don't think so?" So, I informed him that "No" they were not there. He didn't believe me, and left the porch in a huff.

This guy may have been legitimate . . . he may have lived here at one time because brown shutters were left in the basement. I lied to him because I was put off by his agressive manner, his audacity to drop in out of the blue, and to not even tell me his name, and also because I didn't want to deal with transporting shutters to a strange guy that I dont' want in my house. We have lived here since last July, and all of the sudden he wants to come and collect something that was left behind? Sorry. Should have taken it with you. What is left in a house when it is sold belongs to the new owner.

Anyway, he was scary. If another strange, scary man shows up at my kitchen door today I'm calling the police. I can't take it anymore.

jb