Flute's Moʻolelo

I have been contemplating all day whether to post about this or not. I decided, for my own sanity, to post it.

Last night, around 9:30 I think, I was in my bathroom and heard a small tap from the window (which is small and about 8 feet off the ground). I looked up and noticed the top half of a cell phone (the camera lens) pointed into my bathroom. It took me a moment to realize what it was, because it was so unexpected. It disappeared shortly after.

At first, I was angry and I wanted to run out and try to catch whoever it was. My hubby stopped me though, and called the sheriff's office. They sent a deputy right over. He looked around and noticed that there were some cinder blocks that had been stacked under my window. Even so, it still would have been quite a reach to get to the window. He said that he didn't see anything, but that he would do a foot patrol, and then for the next several nights, they would have deputies do foot patrols through the area to see if they can catch someone.

As soon as he left, my hubby covered the window with tin foil, and he moved the cinder blocks away from the back of the apartment.

It wasn't until this morning that it really hit me what had happened. I called management and wasn't able to speak to the landlord, but I left a message with the receptionist detailing everything that happened. She said that she would get him the message immediately and that he would call me back. My hubby called about an hour later and told me that he had also called and that the landlord was going to call me. Guess what?! He never called! This doesn't actually surprise me, but that's a whole other can of worms that I'd rather not get into right now.

My hubby is going to keep calling until something is done. The deputy mentioned how dark it is back there, and "recommended" that there needed to be more light back there.

I then told some of my neighbors that I'm friendly with. I think it was the repeated rehashing of events that really made it hit home what had happened. I started to wonder:

- How long has this been going on?
- Were they taking photos or video?
- What has happening to the photos/video?
- What have they seen me doing?

I'm really freaked out and upset. I could barely concentrate on anything today. When my hubby finally got home from work today, I started crying. I'd held it in most of the day. He has been so great through this.

I really hope they find who it was. I always thought I was safe here, but now, I don't feel so safe anymore.