Not the best day in the world. I feel very frightened, vulnerable & violated.
I got a frantic call from my housemate at 4pm saying that we'd been robbed. I left work, got home as fast as possible to find our house torn apart. The couch had been ripped apart, my playstation & laptop were gone, Tygre's room was destroyed & some of her jewelry was gone, my room obviously had been riffled through. & my Fluevog boots & giant jar of change was gone.
No signs of forced entry but, hell, I remember breaking into my own house with no signs of forced entry when I was a teen, with only a credit card or a knife. Something definately seems off about this though since it seems like they just left some things & went for others.
I don't know, nor do I particularly care, my shit is gone & is going to cost a lot of money to replace & I am now scared in my own home. I don't have the serial number on my computer since I bought it used & I'm guessing I can kiss my boots goodbye. The cops were called & they came & took a report but while they talked a lot, it pretty much came down to "sucks to be you". And, yes, this entire situation sucks. I bought locks for the windows & had the keys changed, but I am still nervous.
Ugh, I'm ready for this night to be over, I wish I could just wake up & find out this was a really bad dream.
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