Sunday morning at 4:15am I was awakened by our bedroom door slamming and the light turning on. I laid there delirious until I heard the most frightening words..."Hi, my house has just been broken into...Yes, I heard a loud bang and the door is wide open. Someone is in our house." I immediately sat up and saw Chris crouched in front of our bedroom down on the telephone with 911. He looked at me with panic and told me to grab Arista and get in the closet. I was about to ask what was going on, when he again told me to get in the closet. I picked up Arista and ran into the closet. I could hear Chris' terrified voice talking to the 911 operator asking her where the police were and why they weren't here yet.
I stood in the closet, legs shaking, swaying back and forth praying to God that my husband would not be killed, and that they wouldn't come to get me and Arista next. I looked around the closet for some sort of weapon to defend myself, and figured I would have to use a hanger. I kept popping my head out of the closet to look at Chris to make sure he was okay. He would then tell me to get back into the closet. I kept praying over and over and over..."Please help us. Please don't let them get us. Please don't let them kill us. Please Preslie save us."
After what seemed like several minutes I heard some noises in the hallway outside of our door. I then heard Chris say..."The police are here?" Then I heard the most terrifying words..."The police aren't here?!?!?? Someone just tried to turn the door handle into our room!!! The person who broke in, is in our house and just tried to come into our bedroom!!!!"
Finally we heard multiple voices saying that they were the police. Chris did not believe them until they reassured him that it was safe. The police officers checked our place and all around the neighborhood and found no one. They took no fingerprints, and told us to put a chair in front of our door....YEAH RIGHT! We were terrified and called the Allen's at 5am and they immediately came over and sat with us the entire day.
Sunday afternoon after several calls the police finally came back and took fingerprints, and could not believe the other officers from the previous hours had not taken them. Our door was not able to be fixed since it was Sunday, so the Allen's spent the night with us. Do you really think we could sleep?
We decided we better pack up our stuff and get out of here as soon as possible. We are just petrified that it will happen again...although the chances are rare. It's amazing that the home we felt the safest in ended up being the house broken into. Our old place was in such a scary neighborhood, we are in such shock that this has happened.
Chris has driven to DC with Chewy. He will study for the Texas bar at his parents, and work for a firm there as well. Arista and I are at my parents house in Idaho and will meet up with Chris after the bar. We are so grateful for our wonderful friends and for all of their help this past week. We could not have made it without them. We are grateful to the Helgasen family for opening their home to us, and for everyone who helped us move.
I have to give a shout out to our great friends Breezy and Branden you guys are seriously incredible. You spend the night with us and helped us feel so much safer. We cannot thank you enough for the countless hours of packing, moving, lifting, babysitting, and laughing you did for us. We would not have been able to move as quickly as we did. We cannot wait to see you in August!! We will miss you guys a ton!!