**ADVICE NEEDED**
How fast do we need to move out of our home if our neighbor is a psycho?
Our neighbor Karen is a crazy old woman! She has hated us since the moment we moved in! Always looking for fights, calling the cops on us, cutting down our trees – basically, she’s just unbearable! One day, I just snapped and yelled at her.
The next day, my wife decided to smooth things over and asked me to take Karen a pie she’d baked for her. I didn’t want to, but I was willing to do it for my wife. When I arrived, no one was there, but her door was slightly open. Well, I gave in to temptation and went inside. God, what I saw in there…
My hands were shaking, a chill ran down my spine, and my heart was pounding like crazy… WE NEEDED TO GET FAR AWAY FROM THIS CRAZY WOMAN, OR SHE WILL HURT OUR FAMILY!
Here’s what happened:
Karen’s house was like a scene from a horror movie. The walls were covered in bizarre scribbles and unsettling drawings. Some were just dark scribbles, but others depicted our family in various menacing scenarios. There were candles and strange symbols painted everywhere. The air was thick with the smell of something burning.
I cautiously moved further in, my curiosity mixed with fear. That’s when I saw it – a shrine-like setup with photos of my family. There were red lines drawn between the pictures, connecting us all in some disturbing web. In the center of it all was a picture of my wife with her eyes scratched out.
My blood ran cold. What kind of sick obsession was this? My mind raced with all the possible ways this could endanger us. I had to get out of there, but I also had to collect some evidence. I took out my phone and snapped a few photos, hands trembling the whole time.
Suddenly, I heard a noise from the back of the house. I froze, listening. Someone was coming. I didn’t want to wait and find out who it was. I bolted out of there, heart pounding in my chest, and ran back to our house.
When I got home, I showed the photos to my wife. Her face turned white with fear. “We need to call the police,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
The police arrived shortly after and investigated Karen’s house. They took everything very seriously, especially after seeing the shrine and the photos. Karen was taken into custody for questioning, and the police advised us to be cautious.
But even with Karen gone, the fear lingered. What if she came back? What if she had accomplices or other ways to hurt us? The peace of mind we once had was shattered.
We didn’t wait to find out. That night, we packed our essentials and checked into a hotel. The next morning, we started looking for a new place to live, far away from Karen and her madness. It took a few weeks, but we finally found a new home and moved in as quickly as possible.
Karen was later committed to a psychiatric facility, and we were told she would be there for a long time. Despite this, we couldn’t shake the trauma of what we’d seen and the fear of what could have happened.
My advice to anyone dealing with a similar situation: don’t wait. Trust your instincts and get out while you can. No home is worth risking your safety and sanity. We learned this the hard way, but we’re grateful we got out before anything worse happened.
