My last episode with an intruder (and I have had way more than what’s necessary)
Was in my 3rd year of living alone. I had gone to a party and my friend insisted I sleep over and I entertained it, changed into her pjs and everything but then something compelled me to go home

Which is what I did, When I got into my house, I didn’t notice at first. But then I noticed the back door was wide open, and curtain was pulled off the railing, my mind then started registering each and every way this person violated me

He had taken my underwear and sprawled it all over my desk, and he wrote with a huge marker “I fucked your panties, you come so nice” it was the oddest thing I had ever seen. And he stole weird stuff like my laptop and ipad, my school bag and weird shoes

Eg. my dirty converse. He hadn’t taken my tv or microwave and luckily he didn’t spot where I hide my money.
I think someone spooked him. But even my sheets were drawn with a pen

Till this day I thank God I stayed at Sinaed’s house when I initially wanted to go home, because I truly believe if I was at home this person would have raped me. I still feel that that was purpose and not stealing because what the hell.he didn’t steal real things

Oh and there were fingerprints everywhere and till this day I still don’t have someone I can hold accountable