I live in a small home in the middle of a nice neighborhood and longs out my wife of

10 years and a daughter who just turned 5.

My wife and I have lived in this home for 8 years.

Nothing has ever happened here.

Nothing at all for all the years we've lived there.

Now, I can barely sleep.

I don't want to breathe too loudly at night because I can hear something move.

I'm constantly checking to make sure that every door and window is locked tight.

I don't feel safe anymore.

This all started in a better time.

Only a few months ago, they now feel so far away.

I was in the front yard, cutting the grass with my cheap pushmoa while my daughter was

playing with one of our neighbours grandkids.

Dan is an older Vietnamese gentleman who lived in the house in front of mine.

His wife passed away last year, so his son brings his kids over to keep him company.

It was a normal sunny day when Dan and his son came walking over towards me.

Hey guys, is everything alright?

My yelled as I got the most engine to a halt.

Dan had a grim look on his face and his son, Stephen spoke.

Hey, sorry to bother you.

His voice began to trail off as he tried to search for his words.

Um, well, a couple of weeks ago, I installed a security system at Dad's place just to

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