I was coming up to a small house. It was on a grassy hill, but still in the neighborhood. I think it looked like it was on a hill because the house was so small in comparison to the yard and it was raised up from the street. The house was yellow. At first I thought it was just a pretend house... something someone made for people to look at, but as I walked closer, you could see it was meant to live in. It was built like a bird house, an A frame roof that went out to the houses farthest point and then the walls of the house angled in a bit to the foundation. The bottom part of the house was painted a high gloss yellow and the upper half a matte yellow. At that point it turned from a curiosity to that I had an appointment to look at the house to purchase. I walked in and it was very tiny. The Kitchen and dining room made for one half of the house the bathroom and all purpose room for the rest. I thought how could they sell such a small house and why would they build such a thing? I took a second look and backed down from that idea. I thought I could live here actually, easily and simply. I was thinking back to how many square feet my first house was and this was supposed to be close, but I couldn't see how. I looked at the fridge and saw a sheet of paper stuck on the freezer. As I walked closer I saw a few photos of some men. It was a warning that these men are in the neighborhood and have done and are capable of doing some bad things. It was a bit scary. I was wondering if this location was a good idea, but somehow I thought .. yes, it would be fine. I looked out the kitchen window to my car wondering if I had locked it. I knew I had a radio in the back seat and a new pair of boots... maybe a coat and possibly the rest of my life (documents, clothes and so on). I could see I probably hadn't while reassuring myself that it would be fine. As I walked out the front door, my car was gone. I could hear the engine sound trailing off down the street. There is no way I could have caught it. It felt horrible. Granted... I could live without these things, insurance would replace the car, but... I think I almost felt worse that it felt like my fault. Had I only not left it unlocked, had I only not left pricey items in view.... Had I only not been lazy...
Two nice older couples came up to me to see if I was alright. They saw what happened and wanted to help. They were asking if they could follow the car for me, help me look for it or drive me somewhere. I knew they had an agenda that day... it was sunny and a weekend. I told them thank you, that is nice, but I'll be fine.
One of the men was driving a cube van. It was white and the license said he was from the north, although my gut said he was from the south.
I walked down around the neighborhood hoping to find some clues. In some way or other I ended up being pulled somewhere by this couple. I think the old man or someone helpful was with me (maybe Josh Foer? author of the book I'm reading). They were the couple who stole my car. They were both fair haired and looked like nice people, but they were threatening. They were asking for money in trade for my car. I felt trapped and didn't want to put up with it. I took the girl by the neck and forced her to the ground having some supposed handhold on her neck that was life threatening (although I had no plans to cause any harm). I told him to let us go or she would get hurt. He was beyond reasoning. He was anger, cement, a negative charge, spit and fire all rolled up into one. I wasn't sure any of it would work. I didn't want to scare the girl, but I knew I had to leave.
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I was going to wash some dishes. There was no sink, so I went to wash them in the bath tub. A friend (LN) told me not to. He said when the tub was made, they didn't make them for this like they do now. Which now they advertise them like "even a man can wash things now" in a bathtub.. I was trying to learn a foreign language at the same time.
Two nice older couples came up to me to see if I was alright. They saw what happened and wanted to help. They were asking if they could follow the car for me, help me look for it or drive me somewhere. I knew they had an agenda that day... it was sunny and a weekend. I told them thank you, that is nice, but I'll be fine.
One of the men was driving a cube van. It was white and the license said he was from the north, although my gut said he was from the south.
I walked down around the neighborhood hoping to find some clues. In some way or other I ended up being pulled somewhere by this couple. I think the old man or someone helpful was with me (maybe Josh Foer? author of the book I'm reading). They were the couple who stole my car. They were both fair haired and looked like nice people, but they were threatening. They were asking for money in trade for my car. I felt trapped and didn't want to put up with it. I took the girl by the neck and forced her to the ground having some supposed handhold on her neck that was life threatening (although I had no plans to cause any harm). I told him to let us go or she would get hurt. He was beyond reasoning. He was anger, cement, a negative charge, spit and fire all rolled up into one. I wasn't sure any of it would work. I didn't want to scare the girl, but I knew I had to leave.
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I was going to wash some dishes. There was no sink, so I went to wash them in the bath tub. A friend (LN) told me not to. He said when the tub was made, they didn't make them for this like they do now. Which now they advertise them like "even a man can wash things now" in a bathtub.. I was trying to learn a foreign language at the same time.
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