The Helicopter

The helicopter was hovering and I was about to lose my mind. I felt like the helicopter had been above my house for hours when I knew it was only a few minutes. I was one of the nosiest neighbors on the street and was dying to know what was going on outside, but didn’t want to put myself in danger if something serious was happening. The possible murderous scenarios rushed through my mind and I tried hard not to peek out the window. 

Maybe it was a car chase. A bank robbery gone wrong. Maybe it was a serial killer finally hunted down and caught. When it sounded like the helicopter might be moving away from the house, I managed to sneak a look out my front window. The helicopter was in fact a police helicopter, but the helicopter was now pointed in my direction and directly at my house. I quickly ducked behind the curtain and slowly slid to the floor. I never thought they would find me. I never thought anyone in my neighborhood had any clue about my real identity. About my past. 

I knew the front door was locked because I always kept all the doors locked. With my past it would be suicide not to. I crawled to the coat closet and grabbed my go bag and made my way to the back door. I could only pray the police hadn’t made it yet. None of the neighbor’s dogs were barking which was always a good sign. I stealthily crawl toward the back door but when I saw the shadows in the window, I knew I was too late. The buried treasure was finally found. The gig was up.