I had just arrived home, ran around the back of house after I watched this man, who was unfamiliar to me who had just pulled up in front of my home, start to approach my front door, which I had left unlocked. I huried inside to surprise him. He entered. I said hello, welcome to my private home, may I help you? He stated NO! At that exact moment I opened door and instructed him to leave. He hesitated a bit, looking me over, as if he was going to try to snatch my bag. He then scurried out and ran up the walk after a failed attempt to hide in the Iron factory across the way.
I warn residents to be on the lookout, keep doors and window locked at all times. Pour some strong whisky to build your courage in case you have to..
It occurs to me good lady that I must -considering all that you have in past encountered by your house- ask the area of Babbage you are living in? It seems a bit disconcerting.
Looks to me like she lives close to the Gut. I can’t say I’m terribly surprised, can’t leave your doors unlocked around this neck of the woods and expect there to be no trouble. Unfortunately I have a family full of willful mad children who come and go mostly as they please. Wait, no, that’s the fortunate side.. They tend to scare away or ward off the vagrants somehow.. Must be the chemicals and explosives they tote around.. Or could be the threats of eating them. Or maybe I just need to teach them the polite way of finding test subjects.