When I thought moving away from home and experiencing first year of university would be an adventure, I never thought it would be quite the adventure it has been. The house I have been living at in Windsor was a last minute find by my Mum. Upon moving in I convinced myself it would be fine, since there was only Mike and Jim here and they are relatively normal and the “troublemakers” were kicked out a few days after I had moved in. However, this house has continually been interesting, if interesting is even the right word for it...
The first few months of last semester included instances that only contributed to the sketchiness of this house. Then on the 13’th of December, a Tuesday, I remember that because I had just had 4 exams that weekend and Tuesday was the first day I could actually sleep in a little. At around 5 Am, I woke up to a very loud BANG and CRASH. I groaned and rolled over debating whether to investigate. I thought of two possibilities for the noise. Either it was a robbery or B. It was someone being VERY loud at an unearthly hour....something that is quite common and frustrating. I thought to myself “don’t be stupid, it’s not a burglary, go yell at whoever is out there”. So I stumbled out of bed barely awake and opened my door. Standing directly in front of me was a fully armoured man, with about 4 others behind him pointing guns and flashlights at me yelling “Police! Show your hands!!” I FROZE. I think I uttered something like “really?” and then they took me by one arm and had me stand against the counter with my arms and legs spread. I then started crying. I was actually terrified. I justify this by the fact that I had just woken up anddd I had no clue whatsoever about what was going on. The Police asked if I had any weapons or drugs, or anything like that, which of course I didn’t/ don’t. They took a look in my room and then asked for my name and said, “ It’s alright we are here for someone else”. All the while there were other fully armoured tactical team streaming through the house and going upstairs. They had me sit in the kitchen for like 5 minutes asking me how many rooms there were and who lived there and such, all information that I’m pretty sure they already knew. They then said I could sit in my bedroom with the light on and door open. All the while I’m crying and shaking like branch. After about 15 minutes, two lady cops came to my door, one said “Are you crying?” in a tone that basically meant “WHY are you crying”, the other lady was nicer and as I explained that I had just woken up and had no idea what was going on. She asked me for some information and eventually said that I could close my door and go back to sleep..sleep? I looked out the window and saw that they were taking away Carmen (a really sketchy welfare guy that was living upstairs).
I knew I had to call someone, but I thought that if I called my mum it might make it worse since it was that early in the morning and she would just be really upset. Sooo, I called wonderful Brooke because I know she awakes at unearthly early hours in the morning ;). I was able to calm down and went to sleep for about an hour. When I woke up I walked out of my door to see the very man they had just arrested standing in my kitchen! He turned around and said, “don’t worry, I would never hurt you.”...... What does that even mean?! I was able to leave my house and spent the day/ night at Michelle’s house and then the remainder of the week and the Belanger’s house, of which I am so, so, so grateful for :D :D.
Here is the Windsor Star's news report on "Project Marvel", http://www.windsorstar.com/news/Three+Windsor+addresses+raided+part+cross+Canada+organized+crime+investigation/5852488/story.html
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