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Often there will be two, three, or even more burglars who interlude in to a house. Often one of the group will knock on the door or ring the bell to see if anyone is haunt, while the rest of the group hangs back. If someone does answer the door, the mortal physically gives some explanation why s/he is there (“Do you have a gas can?” “Oh, I thought this was Jimmy’s appointment”, “Have you seen my dog?”). Knowing that someone is home, the group leaves; they do not try to write out entry in to that home. Conversely, if after knocking or ringing the bell, they get no solution, the group will look for a way in, often going to an area of the home not as visible to the neighbors. They will backlash in a door, throw a rock through a window or a sliding glass door, or often unprejudiced lift open an unlocked window, using a recycle bin to support themselves up to reach the window. We have responded to many attempted burglary events where the homeowner was just now but did not respond to the door when someone was knocking, only to find a moment later someone trying to break into bits in, or seeing someone skulking outside the home. Once the would-be burglars realized someone was national, they fled.

Source: West Seattle Blog (blog)

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