"Why are you locking the doors?"

It is a dark and misty night, as a van silently pulls into the darkened culd-a-sac of a peaceful beach side neighborhood. They pull into the driveway of a house set slightly back into the trees. A light is on in the workshop above the garage and through the expansive windows you can see a man at work. The lights of the incoming car distract him momentarily and he disappears out of the room. A young woman, clad in black, exits the back of the van and walks towards the house, one that is not her own, and proceeds to enter. The man by this time has reappeared in his workshop and appears to be on the phone. Does he know this woman has entered his home? In the idling car two more women sit in wait, watching as the scene unfolds. Their accomplice paces back and forth between the kitchen and what appears to be a living room. Just what is she doing? Why doesn't she make the drop, or at least contact the man? Is she snacking on something in the kitchen? What is taking her so long? The two women in the car are incredulous and starting to get frightened. The one in the passengers seat locks the doors, and the driver laughs nervously at her. There is no need to be afraid...is there? Sure this looks like a scene straight out of Halloween or Friday the 13th, but those are just movies....right? A phone goes off in the back seat, its the missing woman's but the other two need something to distract them, so they read the message. Its from the owner of the home. She's messaging to say she is not at home, and will be in touch later. Just then the woman in the house turns and makes to leave. The two in the car quickly return the phone, and greet their returning accomplice. All three of them then drive off into the night.

And you want to know what...this is a true story. Erin was the lady who walked into the house. My mom (the driver) and I (the passenger) were dying laughing, because my sister just walks into this house and just hangs around for more than 20 minuets, far longer than is necessary to drop off pictures and write a note. It was also really creepy and I really did lock to doors to protect me and my mom from and psychos who may have been lurking around hoping to steal my Mom's awesome reading glasses she bought at PetSmart (I kid you not, they are red and say "woof, bark, ruff" on them over and over, its so lame its cool. I must admit I'm a bit jealous about them).

Anyway, its past midnight and I need to sleep. America is pampering me something fierce. I'm a bit afraid to go back to Mongolia, I'll be like a newb all over again.