So, I live in a ghetto house built on a ghetto hill in a ghetto neighborhood. Because my house is on a hill, the back of the house and the porch is sort of up in the air (about a story tall at the back). It is open underneath my porch and under my house is closed in. There is a door about as tall as a 3 yr old and u can walk under the house.
Well today, being such a lovely day, I decided to take a stroll around the back yard, something I don't usually do. A glance over at the gate. The lock has been cut and a piece of it is lying on the ground, but the gate is still shut. "Hmm," I think to myself, "that is weird." Then I remember that the little toddler-sized door was open the other day. (For which, at the time, I blamed on high winds) I decide to walk to the other side of the house. As I am walking around, I look under the porch. There was a make shift fire pit!! That’s right. Someone has been hanging out/camping/squatting under my house. I don't even go check out what is behind the midget door; I don't want to know. So, I go inside to call the police to have them file a report (so at least they will have a lead when I'm kidnapped).
The tattooed up, beer bellied man with a typical cop mustache pulls up. He belched out the cliché, "Do we have a problem here miss?" (Yes there is a problem I called you.) Anyways he takes a look around, doesn't even look under the house, looks at me, and tells me there is nothing he can do. Thanks
So, I have a squatter. It is freaky. I live alone and I hope he isn't peering through my windows, or making hair dolls in my likeness. I am assuming that he doesn't know that I know about him. I wonder if I he will stop by tonight. All I know is I am not going to check to see.
