[ SECRET POST #5283 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #5283 ⌋

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Re: What’s happening, FS?

[(Anonymous)]

Yesterday someone scaled my back alley fence into my yard, knocked over a trashcan, threw another trashcan over my side yard fence, knocked over and stepped on a bunch of potted plants, hung a quilt from the carport as a privacy curtain, dropped a shit stained tank top in my yard, and changed it for something out of the rag bag box of old clothes being used as a cat bed, which is the only thing I didn't begrudge them.

Then they broke through my fence into the neighbor's yard and started going through their stuff, where my neighbor spotted them right when I got home, while I was freaking out at the plant slaughter. I tossed their tank top and quilt back over the fence and my neighbor chivvied the so high or messed up she was orbiting Jupiter lady out of his yard, where she picked up the quilt and wandered off.

I hope she's okay and also that she doesn't come back, and that my plants recover.

Still a little freaked out. People camp out in the bushes outside my back fence sometimes and idc so long as they don't shit there, or smoke or light candles or anything--there's lots of dry leaves and stuff and I don't want a house fire.

Last year someone broke into the house, moved a chair in front of the tv so it faced a framed pic of my dead mom, ate a bunch of food and took a bunch with them, scooped the cat box, lined up my roommate's shoes by the front door, bagged the trash from their meal and put the bag on the back porch, and left. That was creepier but we never saw them and they cleaned up after themselves.