Sep

21

By Andrew

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Categories: Lifestyle

Being Watched

I lived in a quiet neighborhood, nothing ever happened there. As I walked home, I felt like something bad was going to happen that night. As I finally made it to my house, I took my keys out of my pocket and would have unlocked the door had it not been for the front door being partially open. I took my pocket knife out and cautiously went inside. I turned on the lights, revealing a disaster zone: knocked over furniture, cupboards with their contents spilled out. I closed the door, phoned the police to report the burglary, and then grabbed my laptop out of my briefcase. I accessed the site that my Bolton CCTV uploads its data to, and there he was, right on my screen – the young teenage burglar. He was caught the next day, and I always felt much safer that I had someone watching out for me.