In the very early hours of the morning, I awoke with arms wrapped around me from behind. Nothing unusual, I’m married so I’m often cuddled in bed. Except… when I opened my eyes I saw that my husband was on the other side of the bed.
So, don’t panic, maybe it’s my son… no, he’s also in front of me, between me and my husband. My daughter was a baby at the time and sleeping in her cot by the bed. It couldn’t be her. There should have been no one else in the house.
Still half asleep, in a rather dark room, I roll over, thinking that maybe a friend of mine had come over late, climbed in a window and crashed out. I have a couple of friends who would do that sort of thing, no big deal.
The person behind me is a complete stranger. A large Samoan man stares down at me while I stare up at him, still trying to get my sleeping mind and eyes to focus and figure out what’s going on. Very slowly, the man raises his finger to his lips.
Oddly, I did ‘shhh’. I think I didn’t want to wake the children. Instead I started frantically elbowing the man in his chest until he took his arms off of me and awkwardly climbed off the bed (he was between me and the wall so he had to scoot down to the end). When he stood up I saw how huge this guy was. Easily six foot and a very solid build.
The fear was indescribably intense. It felt like my heart had stopped and my mind was racing. I kept thinking I must be dreaming, that this couldn’t actually be happening. I was completely frozen in terror.
As the man was at the end of the bed (looking for his hat, we later found as he left it on the bed), my husband woke up. He took one look at the man and threw the blankets off, immediately giving chase screaming, “Who the fuck are you?! Who the fuck are you?!” over an over. This part is actually kind of amusing to think back to because my husband sleeps naked. He’s also much smaller than the stranger and I guess you could say he looks kind of like a hobbit. So my naked husband chases the man out of the house and loses him when he vaults over our fence, deciding to come check on me and the kids rather than following. At this point, I was standing in the doorway of our bedroom making these these really strange, half-screaming, half-sobbing noises.
After that we (obviously) called the police and went through making statements etc and we moved to a new house within a week. The same man, on the same night, had walked into a different house in the neighbourhood where the occupants were still awake. He said he was looking for someone and left. He then accosted a woman on the street before entering our house, either through a window in the kitchen that we had accidentally left open, or through our backdoor that was falling off of it’s hinges and occasionally didn’t close properly or swung open. Two weeks after that, he entered the house of two women who were able to talk to him in Samoan and got the best description of him out of any of us.
The case was on Police Ten 7 (our national crime show) and he was arrested within two days of it airing, if I remember correctly. He was given 10 months of home detention and was deported back to Samoa.
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