Tuesday, October 13, 2015
In college, I spent one month house sitting a large hunting estate in the middle of nowhere Idaho. The nearest town was 22 miles away. Woke up on the middle of the night to the sound of someone knocking loud and hard on the front door and the dogs were going nuts. No way I was going to answer it, I just grabbed the gun and kept quiet upstairs. Next morning, there was a car in the driveway. The guy who owned the car was found dead several months later. I have no idea what happened. He was found 30 miles away from the house I was at and he had been dead for only a couple of days when they found him. He committed suicide. What he did from the time he knocked, if it was him, to the time he killed himself is a mystery.