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I want to tell you about something that happened last night. We had gone to bed as usual around 11 o’clock, my parents in their room and I in mine, which is across the corridor from theirs. My sister was on holiday with her boyfriend so there was only the three of us in the house.
There is nothing special about our house. It’s just a normal suburban house with a few tall trees in the front garden.
This morning I got up first because I wanted to write an essay and to ring my best friend. Last night I had left my mobile on the kitchen worktop, but this morning it wasn’t there. I looked for it everywhere, but couldn’t find it. When my parents got up I asked my mother to ring my number. She rang it, and a voice replied: “You have reached a number that is not in use.” This was very strange indeed.
Then my mother discovered that her mobile was gone too. I rang her number and the same thing happened. “You have reached a number that is not in use.”
We were still looking for our phones when I happened to see a note on the kitchen table. On it was written just one word: “Sorry.”
That was when we realised that somebody must have been inside our house while we were asleep and stolen our mobiles. They had not taken anything else, except a few coins and a five pound note that my father had left by the telephone, i.e. the landline, in the hallway.
It was terrible to think that somebody had been walking around inside our house while we had been fast asleep in our beds.
The worst thing was that the thief or thieves must have got in through the door, for all the windows were closed, and none of them had been broken. My mother told my father to go and buy a new lock right away. He did as she told him, and we hope this will never happen again.
This is not the whole story. During the night I woke up because my cat was meowing outside my bedroom door. “That’s strange,” I thought, “I’m sure we locked her in the kitchen before going to bed.” She always stays in the kitchen at night precisely because we don’t want her meowing outside our bedroom doors. I got up, opened the door, and there she was. I noticed that a lamp had been lit downstairs, which was also strange because we always switch off all the lights before going to bed. But now one lamp was on. I thought that it was probably my father who had gone downstairs for a glass of water and forgotten to switch off the light. Then I picked up the cat, carried her into my bedroom and soon we were both a sleep.
Next morning I asked my parents if one of them had been downstairs during the night, but they had not. I didn’t realise what had happened until later when we couldn’t find our mobiles. Probably the thieves were downstairs when I picked up the cat.