No rest for the wicked. Not a wink of sleep.

Yesterday my father announced that a band of thieves were roaming the area, and apparently the only house that was not hit so far was ours.. Immediately I moved everything out of the car and into my room, because usually my car acts as a storage area for everything from shoes, to cds to Tele-gathering materials. The cutlass is by my bed.
The way everything is set up, all the bedrooms are on the left side of the house, the same side as the garage, so if anyone even attempts to open a car door, I will hear it. It made me more nervous than anything else. Everytime one of our dogs barked, my eyes were already open and I was ready to patrol the perimeter.
To add to the entire situation, about 11:30 last night, my phone rang and on the other end, the person asked me if I had tried to contact the police station.. it was all just TOO odd. I responded in the negative. I have this strange feeling, it's a set up. In the background I was hearing music, dub to be specific. I don't think that's allowed in a Police station. Plus even if the Station had caller-id, I didn't make any call to them, so my number cannot show up. Curiouser and curiouser. Anyway for now, cutlass by the bed. E999 on speed dial, I ready for intruders.