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It’s better to be safe (and appear crazy) than sorry…

Do you believe in Instinct? Do you believe in the validity behind that funny feeling you get in your stomach when you just know something isn’t right? Do you act on it, or do you convince yourself that you’re being crazy?

It doesn’t make rational sense. It isn’t logical. You’re probably just being silly…or so you tell yourself. But what if you’re not?

Back in May of 2008, I had something really freaky happen. It was so powerful that I’ve remembered it all this time. I didn’t write about it on the blog, because part of me was scared: scared that people would roll their eyes and call me crazy, scared that I would inadvertently give people the wrong impression of our neighborhood, scared of what could have happened. And, if truth be told, I was still kicking myself for not getting a license plate number. How many Law & Order episodes have I logged?! Entirely too many, if you ask my husband, but not enough to remember something as simple as that.

It was a day like any other. The sun was shining, and Claire and I had been on a mission to the grocery store. As we were heading home, we were waiting at a stop sign by our house, and this car drives by, all slow. There were two youngish guys (my age or a little younger), and I’d never seen them before. They looked a little rough. I know looks aren’t everything, but they made me very uneasy.

The first thought I had was, “Why aren’t they at work?” Ironically enough, I had just quit my work-from-home-job a few months before, but in my mind it was different. These two didn’t fit the “stay at home mom” description. Maybe they have the day off, my rational side said. Maybe they work nights.

The second thought I had was, “Why are they driving so slowly, and why are they looking over everything in such detail? Are they casing the joint?” Like I said, I’ve watched too many Law & Order shows. Maybe they’re just out for a drive, crazy lady. My rational side is sometimes blunt.

I was forced to turn and follow them, because they were going the same way I was.

Then, to my surprise,