Someone had called for help from my house before I even woke up. Alone since my husband’s death, I listened as the dispatcher described a terrified woman who knew my name, my address, and the danger outside my bedroom window. Then my daughter revealed something that made the unanswered call feel far more frightening than any ordinary nighttime intr…
The scraping woke me shortly after three. When I called the county dispatcher,
he said a woman identifying herself as me had reported someone outside that same window at 2:47 a.m. Her call had ended abruptly. I had been asleep, and nobody lived with me. Following his instructions, I stayed upstairs until officers arrived. Their search found locked windows, a bolted back door, and nothing disturbed inside. Outside, however, small footprints led from beneath my window toward the sidewalk.
