People always say, We live in Bountiful-what’s the worst that could happen?  like living in Bountiful protects us from all bad stuff.  Well, I’m here to tell you-it doesn’t.

      About a year ago, my younger sister was up late into the night finishing homework (much like I am now).  She finally finished at around one a.m. and walked down to her room where the light was already on.  As she entered her room, something caught her eye at the window.  After a closer look she realized:  it was a man, bending down and peering into her bedroom!

      Terrified, she ran to my mom and dad, who both got up quickly. My dad rushed outside in his underwear, hoping to catch him, but he’d been spooked and was long gone. 

      After a long night of police questioning, things went back to normal.  We never found the guy, but we do have blinds on our windows now!