CONTENT WARNING: Death, Home Break-In
I moved in with a relative of mine who had what doctors diagnosed as dementia. However, he was lucid enough that they didn’t feel a nursing home was a good fit quite yet. He insisted that he was okay to continue his volunteer job at a local animal shelter, as well as occasionally walking to a nearby park or fast food joint to get out of the house. We later found out that he got involved with some shady characters, though they seemed smart enough not to involve him in anything too serious.
[Relative] later passed away from natural causes. While we didn’t keep his death a secret, it was pretty easy to guess that a man in his late sixties had died when he stopped showing up to his regular haunts. However, it looked like not everyone had used common sense.
About two years after he passed, I get a knock on my door.
Me: “Can I help you?”
Guy: “Yeah, I’m looking for [Relative].”
Me: “Um, what for?”
Guy: “He, uh, owes me some money. I just wanna talk to him.”
I’m immediately suspicious. [Relative] had his own money and income, and we didn’t bug him too much about it, but even if he did decide to borrow money from a random guy from the street, two years is an awfully long time to wait to try and collect.
Me: “I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”
Guy: “No, it was [Relative]; he gave me this address. I’m not looking for trouble.”
I immediately reach into my pocket for my phone.
Me: “Actually, I’m confident you’re in the wrong spot. You need to leave.”
The guy starts to lean in close. I stand my ground but am definitely freaking out inside.
Guy: “No, I need to talk to [Relative] now. Go get him for me.”
I end up shutting the door in his face. He starts pounding on it, so I dial 911. I explain that there’s a shady-looking guy demanding to come into my house, and the operator assures me an officer is en route to handle it. I make sure the door is locked and deadbolted, and then I hide in the bathroom. Even from down the hall, I can hear the guy yelling and trying to break in.
I then hear sirens start coming closer. The guy stops pounding, and I hear him run off my porch. I’m not sure if the guy came alone, so I stay in the bathroom.
A while later, I hear a firm knocking on my front door. I come out, peek through the front window, and see an officer standing on my porch. I open the door.
Officer: “You’re the one that called 911?”
I explain what happened. I notice multiple police cars parked on the road. The officer nods as I talk and then looks back at the patrol cars.
Officer: “We found a guy running away from here. He said he was here to talk to [Relative]. Do you know who that is?”
Me: “Yes. [Relative] used to live here until he passed away a couple of years ago.”
Officer: “That definitely puts this guy in an interesting position.”
Another officer took my statement officially, and they arrested the man for an outstanding warrant. He later admitted that [Relative] hadn’t borrowed money at any point. He was just out of drugs and wanted to see if he could scare [Relative] out of some cash, but he had never gotten the memo that he’d died.
I ended up moving to a new house just in case someone else had missed that information.