posted on Jan, 3 2012 @ 04:14 PM
Long Read. True Story. Real Life.
I've lived in my current home for around 13 years. I've always been close with my neighbors on the left. First an elderly lady, and then a young
couple. Across the street, in both directions, the same. Very friendly with most of my neighbors.
While we havn't had any bad blood, my neighbors to the right of me aren't as friendly. They're just a reclusive family. A little background
before we get to the meat and potatoes.
My neighbor to the right is an older woman. 62 or so. A larger woman. She is the sole permanent resident of her home, but most times, she has
company. In the past 13 years, she's been married and outlived 3 different husbands. The last of which was an elderly German man that i got to know
fairly well through 'over the fence' conversation.
She has two living children. A son, 40 or so, and a daughter, 35. The son lives a few towns over and i don't see much of him coming and going. The
daughter is notorious in the area for having a drug problem and is a pop in and out resident of the older woman's home. The daughter comes in tow
with a daughter of her own, 8 or 9 years old, and an older son, 16.
I refer to the daughter as an in and out resident, because she is at the home 3 or 4 days out of the week, and the rest of the time elsewhere. Her
reputation as a drug addict precedes her in this town, but even if it hadn't, i would know her trials and tribulations just by watching. Her
business is aired on the front lawn any time she runs out of drugs or money, and the older woman gets upset. I've heard these arguments several
times a year for the past 13 years.
The daughter is usually accompanied by a 'man' of some sort. The scraggled sort that you would see hanging around outside of a liquor store on the
wrong side of town. Several times the older woman has had the daughters 'boyfriends' arrested for numerous offenses, and ALWAYS, its a different
man. A few times, i've recognized the man from around town.
The daughter bringing strange men home could be a hereditary trait. The older woman is also known to bring home weird looking guys that live with her
for a few weeks. They'll cut the grass and clean the gutters and whatnot, and then they're gone. If they're not clean enough to stay inside, they
live in her shed out back for a few weeks, a fact that leaves me very unsettled until they're gone.
(I'm getting there)
Halloween in our neighborhood is a pretty big deal. We have a few haunted houses go up on the block, and the hordes come out to play. My street gets
particularly crowded, with people mingling and laughing and screaming and all. The neighbors come outside and get in on the action. Its fun.
This year, at some point, the daughter of the daughter, (the older woman's grand daughter 8 or 9 years old) would up walking and talking with the
grand daughter of the woman ACROSS the street from me. This grand daughter is around 22 years old, and i guess she walked with the younger girl just
because she recognized her as her neighbor, and so the younger girl dosn't walk by herself.
Somewhere in the discussion, just making small talk, the topic of her older brother comes up, and the little girl confesses that her older brother has
been touching her privates, and showing her his own. She even describes to the older girl how 'big it is'. The grand daughter (22 years old) comes
home after the haunted house walk and tells the older woman across the street from me (her grandmother in-law) what the younger girl had told her.
While i've never spoke to the 22 year old, the grandmother in-law waves me down and talks with me at the end of my drive almost every chance she
gets. I know all of her business, and not because i want to. She's told me her entire life story at the end of my drive, and the day after
Halloween, she told me what her grand daughter in-law had told her the night before.
A little history about my neighbors across the street:
They're what i like to call crazy hillbillies. They shoot fireworks all day and night, ride motorcycles and go carts up and down the street, and
'hoot and holler' at all times of the day and night. They're a rowdy bunch, but not afraid of being themselves, and not ashamed of their
(sometimes abrasive) honesty. For all of their faults, they're good people. They're animal lovers, and even humanitarians to a degree.
When she told me what she did, about what her grand daughter in-law had told her the night before, i had no reason at all not to believe her. The
truth falls from her mouth without a filter, which is one of her most admirable qualities.
A little history about the 16 year old brother:
I've seen this boy come and go for the past 13 years and have basically watched him grow up. For a short while, when he was a much younger boy, he
would skateboard in my driveway with my own boys. My boys are 2 years younger, and while the boy cannot be held accountable for his mother's
actions, i knew that there was no telling what the boy had seen in his young life, and decided not to leave my own children unsupervised around the
boy even if it was just skateboarding out in the drive.
I remember one day, when the boy was about 10, my own boys 8, and the little girl was 4 or five years old. The boys were skating, and the little girl
and a little friend of hers were sitting over on the curb watching the boys. I was positioned with a lawn chair not far away. The older boy gets
thirsty, and run's next door to his grand mothers house to get a drink, when the little girl says "He's evil". I said "He's what?". She says,
I laughed, and i said, "He's not evil. He just wants everyone to think he's cool." and it ended there. There were only a few more skate
sessions with the kid next door, and he and his sister kind of faded, me seeing them once or twice a week coming or going with their troubled
Return to present day:
Once the woman across the street spilled the beans, i came in straight away and made a phone call. While the Department of Family and Children
services could have been my first call, it wasn't. A cousin of mine is a social worker at the Board of Education, and knowing that the school would
be the route through which the authorities made contact with the little girl, i decided to go straight to the source. She tells me that she is going
to get some ball rolling in the morning, but warns me that it's a touchy process, and that yes, i should call the DFACS first thing in the morning.
She also tells me that it is State Law, and Mandatory to report such cases to the authorities.
The next morning, i call DFACS.