Before I start here’s a bit of context to my story.

My husband and I lived in a small two-floor house with two main entrances, one along the front and the other on the side

of the house, which opens up into the laundry room.

When we’re too busy or it’s too late to walk our dog, we hook his collar onto a long line that’s attached to one of the

pipes on the corner of our house, so he can use the bathroom.

We used to do this from the door in our laundry room, but we’d noticed the large step from the door to the ground

had been taking a toll on his hips.

 

As a result, we started letting him out through the front door instead, since the porch is much closer to the ground.

This particular night, I was home alone with my dog and it was around midnight when I decided

to let him outside one last time before going to bed. I hook him up to his line, close the

door and lock it, before heading into the kitchen to put away the dishes. This was pretty

routine, even if he used the bathroom quickly he liked to walk around along the front and

side of the house for a few minutes before coming back inside.

As I’m putting away the dishes I hear a scratch on the door (how my dog signals he wants to come inside), so

I head over to let him back in. Since I’ve watched way too many scary movies,

I always look through the door’s peephole before opening the door. Out of habit I look

to check that my dog is in front of the door. Instead I see a man staring very intently

at the door handle.

I freeze with my hand on the door handle.

I don’t know how much time went by, but then I heard another scratch, this one louder

than the last. This kind of wakes me up from my initial shock and I run to grab my cellphone.

I call my husband to tell him what’s happening. He was very confused, I probably wasn’t

explaining the situation very well, but says that he’s heading home.

This is when I realize my dog is still outside with this person. I head back to the front

door, trying to make as little noise as possible, to check whether the stranger is still there.

Just like before, he’s standing there, head bowed looking at the doorknob. I tiptoe over

to the laundry room, and slowly open the door as quietly as possible. I can’t see my dog

anywhere and the side of my house is covered in gravel, I knew I couldn’t step outside

without making a lot of noise. With my heart still pounding in my chest,

I go to the front door to keep an eye on the stranger and to get a better look at him.

I considered calling the police but I didn’t feel they would take me seriously, since all

this man was doing was standing in front of my house.

I tried taking a picture of him with my cellphone but my camera was only able to take pictures of the peephole and not the images behind the glass.

All of the sudden, the man looks up directly at me. I swear he knew I was there. He glares at me, then opens his mouth to show this taunting

malicious grin. He stood there that way for a few seconds. With that, he turns around and starts to walk down the street.

I stay in the same place, almost expecting him to rush back and start pounding on the door. Luckily, my husband got back after a few minutes.

Long story short, he convinced me to call the police and we went out looking for our dog. It turns out this man had cut the end of the line connected to the pipe, and our dog decided this was a good time for him to explore my neighbor's backyard, which was where we found him.

It’s been three years since this happened, we’ve since moved to a new house (unrelated reasons), and the police weren’t able to come up with any suspects.

Ever since then, we take our dog on very long walks before the sun goes down.