I have always had a fear of someone burglarising my house since I was younger because once I came home with my nan and found her house totally ransacked and that always made me paranoid. So now when I am on my own whenever I hear a creak I think, maybe it's a burglar.
So today my dad took the dog for a short walk around the local housing estate when I heard a creak downstairs whilst I was elsewhere occupied in the toilet, so there is me metaphorically depositing in my underwear at the thought that there is a burglar downstairs. This could possibly happen because sometimes we don't always remember if shut the front door. Then, I hear scuffling and what sounded to me like "Hello!" Which isn't what a person who already knows you are in the house says, so I'm still terrified of going downstairs to find a man trying to find our valuables which I would try to find with him. That is until I heard the heavy scuffling of feet and then the scrapping of the bin in the kitchen floor as the person struggled to remove the bin bag from the bin. To which I sighed with relief that it must be my dad or just a really nice burglar which has offered to take out the rubbish and the glass outside.
Just to say, if I have offended any burglars who take out the trash for their victims whom they will shortly steal from , "I'm sorry for discarding your impeccable manners."
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