Account to police.

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Account to police

I arrived back at my home at 12.00pm after a demanding day at work. My mind was far too active to go straight too bed and I had some immensely important business documents to finish off. I put on the radio to listen to the news and then I had a look in the fridge for some midnight comfort food. Everything seemed so quiet now that the neighbours have gone on holiday I even miss their screaming kids. Suddenly I heard a bang from next door and I thought ‘That’s funny their not due back until next week perhaps they had a bad holiday’. Then I heard shuffling and whispering and at this point I thought something seriously strange was going on.

I grabbed my torch and my fleece and slowly sneaked over to next door, I shone my torch through the window and I saw another patch of light just like the light coming from my torch on the opposite side of the room. It didn’t take a genius to work out what was going on now; my neighbour’s house was being robbed. At this time I was in a state of panic I could not think what to do I mean if I sneak in there and try to tackle them my self I may get killed because they could well be armed and dangerous or I might hide in one of the cupboards for so long that a member of the neighbourhood watch spot these burglars leaving the house and then call the police and if the police arrive quick enough they might catch me roaming around and believe I was the culprit. Yes I know what you’re thinking why would anyone be awake at this time a night but round this area we all have very busy jobs and often arrive home late.

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I suddenly thought the only rational and responsible thing to do was to call the police, but then I used my common sense and thought ‘Why bother calling the police when I have a police officer living nearby. He may have only just got back from work but I’m sure he won’t mind helping one of his troubled neighbours out. When I arrived at his house I knocked on the door and there was no answer I shouted ‘Come on answer you lazy sod’. I then through a stone at his top window and he opened it slowly and ...

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