the saga of my stolen keys.

I just want to make a record of today and the weekend, to have it, and let people know what kind of stupid things can happen. I will try my best not to blame people's lack of parenting skills, but that will be hard.

I live in an apartment complex in Dover, NH. Though the residents have been warned to watch their kids, because they have been causing trouble, they don't.
Also, a selection of the the non-kid residents are less than reputable.

On Friday night, I came home late and dropped my keys in the hallway while getting my boots. Saturday around noon, I realized the keys were missing, and began a frantic search for them. I put up a note asking for anyone who saw them in the hallway to call me.

By Sunday morning, the sign was mysteriously missing.
I put up another sign. By Sunday night, it was stashed in a corner in the hallway.

Monday morning, my flatmate left, locking the door behind him.
3 hours later, I was in my room with the door locked, and I received a text message, making my cell phone go off.
All of a sudden, there was a loud sound in my living room, and then someone saying "Hello? Hello?" out there.
My neighbor was there telling me he heard running footsteps and the door banging against the frame.

Whoever is in possession of my keys had the guts to use them to come into my apartment while they thought no one was here. It seemed they were exploring more than stealing, as nothing was missing.
A policeman came and questioned people, but didn't look too hopeful.

Currently, the locks have been changed, but my really important keys are still in the hands of whoever that was that came here.
Glad to know I live somewhere where someone finds your keys outside your door and decides to use them for crime.

Come on, people! Stop being so terrible to one another, and maybe we'll live to see another day. And if you have kids, teach them not to steal and break in to apartments!