Peeping Tom

Of late I have been feeling very uncomfortable here in my home. It appears I have a Peeping Tom. Now the definitition of a Peeping Tom is in general defined as a person who gets pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, from secretly watching others, a voyeur. The definition came after allusion to the man who peeped at Lady Godiva as she rode naked through Coventry somewhere around 1910. I would perhaps have to say that I think I should rather use the term of Peeper rather than Peeping Tom as a Peeping Tom get's pleasure from watching other people or rather, women, that are naked. I do not fall into the catergory of being naked, as my Peeper seems to watch me through one of my lounge windows when I am watching TV, or on the computer. Who this person is, I have no idea. I have to wonder, is it the security guard? Is it someone from the complex? Is it someone that has scaled the wall at the empty corner unit opposite me? Even my cat, Rusty, has indicated signs of being alerted to something she has heard. 

How did I establish all of this? On Wednesday morning I went out on to my patio and noticed something had been spilled which had attracted ants and they were all converging onto whatever this spill was. It was pinkish/red in colour. Almost like a raspberry or strawberry cold drink had been spilt on my patio. I went and examined this lot. My mind racing as to how this could have ended up on my patio. It was not there the day before! No one else here at home but me. Eventually I got the bucket and water and rinsed it away.  So now my alert radar is set on high. 

On Wednesday night around 22:00 I got an uneasy feeling and then I kind of shrugged it off. I eventually decided to get ready for bed. I was sitting on the bed drinking some water and was watching Rusty. She lies in the passage of my bedroom while waiting for me to go to bed. Suddenly her head turned toward the lounge direction, ears pricked and I could see she was listening intently. I strained to see if I could hear anything too. Nothing. Eventually she relaxed again. Last night around 11:30 I again got this distinct feeling at being watched again. I was in the kitchen making tea. 

Yesterday I had done some re-planting of plants into pots on the patio. It was incredibly windy. A gusty wind, so I decided I would not sweep the patio just then and I was also getting cold so came inside. This morning I go and inspect my plants and give them some water and as I am about to go down the steps here I see two very distinct shoe prints. Shoe prints that are definitely not mine and they are placed in such a manner like someone is walking side ways very close to the wall. I can only think they did so to remain in the shadows of the night!

So now what do I do? I do not want to approach the security guard who is on duty at night as I suspect it could be him. This particular guard is also my least favourite. There is just something off about this guy! My consolation is that I feel safe enough in my home as I have very good security. Perhaps tonight I will set a trap. 

Strangely enough the pic below caught my attention as I have also been playing the guitar lately at night when I don't feel like watching tv. Perhaps whoever it is has come to listen to me play. I just don't know. What I do know is that I have to remain alert.