Mrs. Newheart

Mrs. Newheart was on her way back from the grocery store when she noticed a man climbing out of a window located in the house across the street from hers. As the man slid backwards out of the window he was grunting and sounding very displeased. He had on some old dirty jeans and an unpleasant looking tan sweater. The sweater had been ripped; probably because of grinding on the window ledge as the man attempted to exit through the opening. When he was finally standing on the ground outside of the window, Mrs. Newheart noticed a bag filled with what appeared to be golf clubs leaning on the wall of the house . It was winter and the time was approximately 6:00 pm, so the sun had already set and the entire street was dark.

Normally she would have already been inside. She had just needed a few items, and had decided to run into the store promptly after work. She wanted to hurry so she could spend some time with her husband in the evening before having to get some rest and be back at work the next day. Mrs. Newheart always kept a thin screwdriver in her purse to fix this and that when she came across things along her way that needed minor repairs. She thought she may have to defend herself with it. But, to her surprise, the man didn't seem to notice her watching him. She decided to just go quickly into her house and tell her husband what was going on. This would be wiser than attempting to call the authorities with her mobile phone out in the open where the man might see her.

Her husband asked if she could see the man’s face. She said, not clearly, because it was dark. He asked how she knew that it wasn't Mr. Sidding, the owner of the house himself. She said the person was much too tall to have been him. Mr. Newheart suggested that since they didn't have any real proof they should probably wait until the morning and watch what happens.

Morning came around, and Mrs. Newheart found herself looking out of her window from behind the curtains at the house across the street. There were strange looking vehicles now parked in front of the house. She could see a small group of people gathered on the front porch.

"I knew it!" she said. "They're coming over here now!" she shouted to her husband.

They both ran to the door and opened it. A group of people approached their veranda.

"A good day Mr. and Mrs. Newheart. We are detectives with the local police. There was a burglary in this neighborhood last night, and we were wondering if you saw anything that could help us," said one of the men.

"I surely did," she said with pride while looking at her husband.

She began to tell the detectives everything she had witnessed the night before. They thanked her for the information and told her to keep the house locked at night.

After returning from work that day, her and her husband discussed the incident up until the end of the night.

Saturday came around. A little over a week had gone by since the incident had happened on the previous Thursday. The Newhearts were outside making small repairs on their veranda when they were approached by one of their close friends and neighbors, Mr. Poacher. He was in a very good mood and asked Mr. Newheart if he would like to go golfing with him. Mr. Newheart excitedly accepted the offer. Mrs. Newheart knew that Mr. Poacher had never asked Mr. Newheart to go golfing with him before. This conflagrated her suspicions, but this man was also a priest at the local church. She could never suspect this man to be a thief. She decided to softly confront this man who wanted to take her naive husband and turn him into an accomplice. She said, "You know my husband doesn't own any golf clubs. They're too expensive for us."

"Not to worry, I can share mine until he can afford his own," replied the smiling priest as they waited for Mr. Newheart to change clothes and come out of the house again. The two men got into a vehicle and drove away.

When they came back later in the evening, Mr. Newheart told Mrs. Newheart about his game and what they had talked about. He explained to her that Mr. Poacher had loaned Mr. Sidding, who lived across the street from them, his golf clubs over a year ago. He was always trying to get them back from him, but it never seemed to work. Mr. Sidding was either at work or gone over the weekend, or actually golfing with the clubs. Mr. Poacher explained that it wasn't as if he needed the clubs every day, but when the blue moon came, Mr. Sidding always just so happened to be busy. He said he had waited so long and wanted to get on the golf course that weekend; no matter what.

Unfortunately, Mr. Sidding had other problems. He was right in the middle of remodeling the entrance ways to his house. Mr. Poacher told me he didn't care what Mr. Sidding was doing anymore; he wanted his clubs back now. The problem was that the front door way of Mr. Sidding's house was under construction, and it was impossible to enter or exit through. The back door of Mr. Sidding's house also happened to be rusted shut, which was one of the reasons why the remodeling was happening in the first place. Mr. Sidding told Mr. Poacher that he could hand the clubs out of the window to him if he came over. Mr. Poacher said he would come by in the evening, but didn't know exactly what time because he had some business to attend to at the church beforehand.

It turned out that Mr. Poacher had apparently popped up at another very bad time for Mr. Sidding, because when he got there in the evening, Mr. Sidding just so happened to be in the middle of holding up a support beam with another man in the entrance way of his home while a third person attempted to fasten it into place.

Mr. Poacher went on explaining how Mr. Sidding had shouted out to him that he could wait a while longer, or come in through the window if he could, and really needed to. He also told me the burglary that the detectives had inquired about happened a few blocks away from this one. The rest is history.

After finally understanding what had really happened, Mrs. Newheart began to laugh at herself; thinking she had gotten all worked up over nothing. Mrs. Newheart told her partner she was ready to retire for the evening. She went into her restroom so she could make use of the mirror. She reached into the back of her throat with her thin yellow screwdriver and tightened up the two small screws which held her voice box in place. She'd been talking an awful amount and they’d begun to vibrate loose. She then entered a dark room and sat in her favorite charging chair. Upon linking to it, she became completely stiff and her eyes changed into a laser-red color. Her entire body remained motionless with the exception of her eyes which continued to scan the area for intruders.

The End