When Xy came home from work yesterday, she saw a man on the street who gave her a “nasty look.” He was headed between our house and the next. Xy entered our front door; I was at the opposite end of our long hallway; she told me to look out back. I went out the back door onto our deck, looked down, and saw the guy standing immediately below in our neighbor’s yard.
I said: “Can I help you?”
He mumbled something, it might have been “no,” and walked back to the street rather quickly.
This all happened in less than a minute.
So what was he doing back there? It’s about 60 or 70 feet off the street, clearly private property, a rather tight space which leads nowhere. He had to open a gate to get back there. Since our neighbors were burglarized recently, we felt it likely that he was up to no good, looking for stuff to pilfer. It’s difficult to imagine any other explanation.
Five minutes later, we noticed he was still sitting with another man in a white car in front of our neighbor’s house. I grabbed a pad and pen, walked outside and stood behind the car, very obviously taking down their license plate number.
They drove away.
It was unsettling, but I’m not too worried. My theory is that since there are so many vacant houses in the vicinity, they won’t be back to bother with one that is clearly occupied.