It was a good neighborhood, if a little remote. Crime was pretty much of the “forgetting” to bring back a tool variety… certainly nothing serious.
Like auto theft.
Benjamin Story didn’t lock the doors of his car. He’d never needed to, and, at the ripe old age of seventeen, he hadn’t yet seen enough of the world to think that someone might come slinking out of the woods near his house, hop in his car in the middle of the night, slip it into neutral, and ride silently down the drive and over the hill, enjoying the sandwich young Ben had left there all the way.
The thief however, was in no state to drive, and shortly after leaving the Story house ran the four-door Toyota off the road and into some trees. Stunned and panicked, the thief was unable to open the doors of the car, and after a bit of terrified freaking out, (causing considerable damage to the car’s interior) he finally discovered the horn, and began honking it repeatedly.
A Sheriff’s Deputy, responding to all the honking and expecting to find a couple of kids, approached the derailed Toyota soon afterwards. When he shined his flashlight in the window, the thief turned to look at him (click here to see what the deputy saw) and the officer turned and ran as though his life depended on it. After some rather alarmed calls for back-up, a number of deputies, hands on guns, tied a rope to the car’s door handle and pulled it open from as far away as they could get. After allowing the automobile thief to escape, Benjamin was summoned to retrieve his car.
Adding further insult, the thief had been unable to hold his bowels while trapped in the car, and after eating Ben’s sandwich, defecated in the shredded interior. “It was pretty rank.” said Ben.
The thief was described by the deputies as “a pretty big bear”, and “freaked out”. People sighting the thief are advised not to approach, as he is likely armed and possibly dangerous.