I don't know what to do, Reddit.
Some background: when I was a kid (this was back in the mid 90's), my parents and I came home one afternoon to find that our house had been broken into. Our dog Oscar, who we'd had since I was a toddler, had been stabbed in the neck and left to bleed out on the kitchen floor. Our TV, computer and phone had been stolen along with all our valuables. All my parents' cash savings, my mom's jewelry, cameras, and a bunch of other random stuff. They even went into my room and took some of my toys, I don't know why, maybe they had a kid or something. Some of my Lego sets were broken and my favorite stuffed animals had been stolen. Whoever broke in completely trashed the entire house. We moved out about a month later and went to a better neighborhood. We got another dog to replace Oscar.
The emotional stress caused by the break-in had a lasting impact on the three of us. My mom began suffering from chronic depression and anxiety. My dad was just never the same again. I got in trouble and mixed up with drugs quite a few times throughout middle and high school and had terrible grades. I started breaking into people's lockers and stealing their things for fun. Sometimes after school I would even sneak into people's houses and take anything that I needed. I became fascinated with the art of lock picking and started breaking into suburban houses regularly. Around this time I also dropped out of school and moved far away.
For 3 years I've worked as an exterminator (pest control) with a small company, and in that time I've learned all the ins and outs of different types of residences as well as how to disable home security systems. I've gotten to know the entire area and all the street names and houses by heart now and I have a map in my head of all my job targets (thank you Google Maps). I slowly built a network of other thieves and found a reliable fence who I've been selling to regularly and have gotten to know quite well. My work mantra is "don't shit where you eat" and I've stuck to it up until now. I NEVER hit houses in my own neighborhood because there's just too much risk for my taste. But there's this one little house down the street a ways and across from me where this middle-aged construction worker guy lives. He's never home during the day and he owns a lot of construction equipment and tools and stuff like that, the kind of stuff that I could use in my own line of work. I figured since it's an old, run-down one-story house it's not likely to have any security systems because those are mostly used by rich people who have really expensive houses. So yesterday after this guy leaves for work in his van, I wait about an hour, circle the block a couple times, and go in through the back door. Simple.
I don't know where to start. About 2 seconds after entering the house, it's clear that this guy is severely fucked up. There's random shit piled everywhere, so I know he's a hoarder. He has plastic wrap lining all the floors. There are these giant moths flying everywhere. All the blinds are closed. His refrigerator/freezer is filled with nothing but raw meat and old milk. All his other food is expired and there are dead flies all over the kitchen counters. He has murder article newspaper cutouts taped all over the walls and pornographic photos of women in some studio strewn about. The sheets on his bed are stained with what I'm guessing is dried jizz and there are women's clothing all over the place. Dresses, high heel shoes, bras, panties, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, etc. that he has in drawers and cabinets in EVERY ROOM. And all this isn't even the worst part. He has a padlock on the basement door which I easily picked. I started to go down the stairs but it was dark and I couldn't see anything. Then I heard the sound of someone (female, from what I could tell) breathing heavily and crying, along with the sound of chains rustling. At that point I completely freaked the fuck out and left without taking anything.
I've spent the entire day pacing back and forth in my house trying to make sense of what was in there. The guy who lives there is literally crazy and I think he's some kind of murderer or something. At night I had all the lights off in my house and watched out the window for him to come home from work. I tried to go to sleep but as I was lying in bed I realized something.
I don't remember if I locked the basement door or not when I left.
Please help me Reddit, I don't know what my next step is and I'm panicking.
Submitted February 05, 2015 at 09:48AM by TMA-3 http://ift.tt/1DgpHk9 nosleep
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