A NOTE FROM THE DELIVERY GUY MADE ME INSTALL SECURITY CAMERAS AROUND MY HOUSE – I’LL FOREVER BE GRATEFUL TO HIM.
I often order food delivery when I’m too tired to cook for my kids, and over time, we got close with the delivery guy in our area.
However, the last time he arrived, he seemed nervous and fidgety. Instead of talking to my little ones, as he usually does, and high-fiving them before leaving, he shoved the food into my hands and rushed back to his car.
Stunned and confused, I watched him drive away.
As I brought the food into the kitchen, still wondering what his deal was, I happened to look at the back of the bag—and froze. In shaky handwriting, there was a message that made me forget about lunch and everything else. I rushed to the backyard. MY HEART SANK when I threw open the trash can lid, and there, saw
My heart sank when I threw open the trash can lid, and there, tucked inside, was a shattered window pane wrapped in a bloody towel.
My hands trembled as I reached for the note again, rereading the scribbled message: “Saw someone climbing out of your backyard window. Didn’t look right. Be careful.”
My mind raced, piecing together the delivery guy’s nervous demeanor and his rushed departure. He saw someone. Someone who shouldn’t have been there.
I looked up at the window he mentioned—it was the small one leading to my basement. The same basement where my kids played every evening.
A cold chill ran down my spine. I sprinted back into the house, my eyes darting from room to room, heart pounding. Everything looked normal. No signs of forced entry. But the window… I hadn’t noticed it was broken because of the way it was hidden behind some boxes. Whoever had been there didn’t want to be seen.
I ran to my kids, scooping them up and checking them over, relief washing over me when they looked up, confused and unharmed.
But the sense of safety I had always felt in my home was shattered, just like that window. I called the police, my hands shaking as I explained what I found. They arrived quickly, searching the house and the surrounding area.
One officer came back, his face serious. “Whoever did this knew your routines. They broke the window from the inside. It looks like they were hiding in your house before they escaped.”
I felt my knees go weak. They were inside? While we were home?
The officer nodded grimly. “It’s possible. But they’re gone now. I’d suggest installing security cameras, just to be safe.”
The Installation
That night, after putting my kids to bed, I stayed up researching security systems. I bought the best cameras I could afford, installing them around every entrance—front door, back door, basement windows, even along the fence line.
I felt a little safer seeing the live feed on my phone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Whoever broke in could come back. And I needed to be ready.
The Return
Three nights later, the motion sensor alerted me. My phone buzzed at 2:13 AM, showing the live feed from the backyard camera.
A figure, dressed in black, moving along the fence line.
My blood ran cold. They were back.
I watched, my heart pounding, as they crept towards the basement window. The same window they had broken before. But this time, I was ready.
I dialed 911, my voice shaking but firm. “Someone’s trying to break into my house. Again.”
The figure bent down, fiddling with the window frame, clearly surprised to find it nailed shut. They looked up, their face partially visible under a hoodie. It was a man. Mid-thirties. Pale skin. Cold eyes.
He must have noticed the camera then, because he froze, staring directly into the lens. I was staring into the eyes of the man who had been inside my home.
He turned and ran, jumping over the fence and disappearing into the darkness.
The Arrest
The police arrived minutes later, searching the neighborhood. They found him two blocks away, hiding behind a dumpster. He was armed.
I watched from my window as they arrested him, his cold eyes still glaring at my house. It wasn’t until later that I found out the truth.
He was wanted for multiple break-ins. He was targeting single mothers, watching them, learning their routines. And I had been his next target.
I felt sick, realizing how close my children and I had come to disaster. He had been watching us.
Gratitude and Closure
The next day, I called the delivery company, asking to speak with the man who left the note.
He came by after his shift, looking nervous. “I didn’t want to scare you… but I knew something was wrong. I saw him climbing out of your window the day I delivered your food. He looked… dangerous.”
I hugged him, tears streaming down my face. “You saved us. If you hadn’t warned me, I never would’ve known.”
He looked down, his own eyes glassy. “I just did what anyone would do. But… I’m glad you’re safe.”
I watched him drive away, my heart filled with gratitude.
He was right. We were safe. And because of his courage, we would stay that way.
A New Sense of Security
The cameras stayed up. The window stayed nailed shut. And I stayed vigilant, never forgetting how close we came to being another headline.
But I slept easier, knowing that sometimes, heroes don’t wear capes. They wear delivery uniforms.
And I would forever be grateful to the man who noticed what no one else did. The man who saved my family.
