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I Came Home to All My Mugs Turned Upside Down – When I Found Out the Reason, I Immediately Called the Police
When Lauren gets home after her shift at the hospital, she expects to have a quiet evening with her family. Instead, she finds strange things in her home, like the mugs turned upside down, the silverware rearranged, and other strange occurrences...
Yesterday was supposed to be any old regular day. As a nurse, and after finishing a grueling 12-hour shift at the hospital, all I wanted was a night of peace and a long bath. While driving home, I had visions of coming home, making a cup of tea, and relaxing a bit before diving into the chaos of dinner and bedtime with the kids.
![A close up of a tired nurse | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/ce17d04e59ddcf03c91ffa93f2862afcb44012bfc5396e99578261ebe3696f7f.png)
A close up of a tired nurse | Source: Midjourney
But what I walked into completely shattered my sense of safety.
The house was eerily quiet when I got home. My husband was out with the kids for their respective sports practices, so I looked forward to a bit of solitude before the noise began when the kids got home.
I dropped my bag on the counter and put the kettle on while reaching for the cabinet to grab my favorite mug. It was a cute one that Summer, my daughter, had gotten me with "World's Okay-est Mom" printed on it.
![A woman's bag on the counter | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/98dde976e07fafd3d251d78ac7945cadfc86f115be719ca7de96c5c269204077.png)
A woman's bag on the counter | Source: Midjourney
But when I opened the cabinet, I froze.
"What the heck is this?" I muttered.
All of my mugs were turned upside down. Every single one of them was perfectly lined up in the cabinet like little soldiers on parade. I stood there while the kettle boiled, dumbfounded.
Was this some kind of prank? Had Hank decided to mess with me? But that wasn't his kind of thing; he wasn't the type of person to prank me.
![Upside down mugs in a cabinet | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/bb59928e7d83e2ac726bbb0b99d72ebdf69d38e0c5af8aff23946eb368b2547e.jpg)
Upside down mugs in a cabinet | Source: Midjourney
But then again, we've never arranged our dishes this way.
"Actually, Lauren..." I reminded myself.
There was just one other time when I had seen the same thing before.
"Darn it," I said, suddenly hyperaware of my surroundings.
Feeling a growing unease, I decided to inspect the rest of the kitchen.
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A woman looking uneasy | Source: Midjourney
The silverware drawer was open, with the forks and knives rearranged neatly. The spice rack was in perfect alphabetical order, with every bottle gleaming.
Working the hours I did, I could say with absolute certainty that it wasn't my doing.
A chill ran down my spine.
My instincts screamed that something was wrong, so I grabbed my phone from the counter and began dialing Hank's number.
![A perfectly arranged cupboard | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/5c7c9e25f78fdd1513240daa41f8f9c7e4edd58f19da661a5f1ea1675ac33750.png)
A perfectly arranged cupboard | Source: Midjourney
"Pick up, pick up," I muttered.
As I waited for him to pick up, I noticed a small piece of paper wedged between the coffee machine and the sugar jar. It looked hastily placed, almost like an afterthought. It was a plain, crumpled sheet of paper with handwriting that I didn't recognize.
You'll thank me later - you needed this.
![A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/1c3f66f0ad339479e97194edf702676dc3ce92c280e474b214f0f8f1dc417505.png)
A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
My heart was pounding. The note seemed so harmless and yet so unsettling. Finally, Hank answered the call.
"Stay on the phone with me, Hank," I pleaded. My voice was shaky, giving away my fear. "I'm going to check the rest of the house."
"Lauren? What's going on? What are you talking about?" Hank asked.
![A woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/d65212670011e0abca71b6c5d34babe028841525742ad82c3f05fb3fd66becd7.png)
A woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney
I whispered what I had walked into, the words coming out furiously.
"I'm on my way," he said. "I'll be home with the kids soon, darling. Be careful. I'll stay on the phone with you."
I heard my husband call the kids urgently.
"We need to get home quickly, Mom needs us," he said. "She's going to stay on the phone with us, so don't connect your phones to the Bluetooth for music."
![A shocked man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/d02ecc5f09889a8f6e78b597d915037f67674a2ce379454a24191aac8fb28d5d.png)
A shocked man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
Hearing their voices comforted me. I decided to check the rest of the house. The living room was untouched, but the bathroom was a different story.
Towels were folded perfectly, the toothbrushes were lined up in their holders, and the toiletries were sorted by size. And the mirror was spotless, which was a big change for us.
"This is so creepy," I muttered into the phone, telling Hank what I'd walked into.
![A perfect bathroom | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/4ad83f6f3118a79b42b2181b560efda5dd3be49ad168953883d00bff348fe2c8.png)
A perfect bathroom | Source: Midjourney
"Who would do something like that? Do you think it's old Winslow again? Or did you ask the helper to come around today?" Hank asked.
"No, she moved to a different state last month, Hank. She hasn't been around for a while," I replied tensely.
That's when I heard a noise from my son's bedroom. My heart nearly stopped. I tiptoed down the hallway, trying to make as little noise as possible.
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A hallway in an apartment | Source: Midjourney
But when I opened the door, nothing seemed out of place, but I noticed the closet door was slightly ajar.
I took a deep breath, my knees weak, and pulled it open, half-expecting something or someone to jump out at me.
But it was empty.
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A teenage boy's room | Source: Midjourney
Except for the clothes that had been rearranged and sorted by color. I backed away slowly, wanting to make my way through the rest of the house. That's when I heard the faint sound of keys jangling, followed by the soft click of the front door opening.
I gasped.
"What? What happened?"
"Someone's here," I whispered into the phone.
![A person holding a set of keys | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/6291b3c5fb3bb7fd417e91fee91a931a7ac93cc6f192413937c8fe661627cced.png)
A person holding a set of keys | Source: Midjourney
"Get out of there, now!" Hank exclaimed, his voice urgent.
My blood ran cold. I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, my son's baseball bat, and prepared to defend myself. As I rounded the corner, I came face to face with our landlady, Mrs. Winslow. Her eyes widened with surprise as she saw me, clearly not expecting anyone to be at home.
"Oh, hello, Lauren dear," she said with a nonchalant smile as if she hadn't just been caught breaking into my apartment.
![A close up of an older woman | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/74f624de1aedf5cf1971fe2cd034307fae70335ef686263530fe09819f62290c.png)
A close up of an older woman | Source: Midjourney
"I was just tidying up a bit. You know, you really should organize your kitchen more efficiently."
My shock turned to anger quickly, and my blood pressure rose.
"Mrs. Winslow, what are you doing here? You can't just let yourself into our home!"
She waved her hand dismissively, smiling as if nothing was wrong.
"Nonsense, dear," she said. "I'm just helping you out. I know that you work long hours. Your kids shouldn't have to pay the price for that."
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A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
"That's not the point!" I shouted, my grip tightening on the bat. "You promised this would never happen again. You're trespassing!"
Her expression turned.
"I was only trying to help you, Lauren. You young people are always so busy. I thought you'd appreciate a little order."
"Get out, Mrs. Winslow. Now. I'm calling the police."
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A shocked older woman | Source: Midjourney
To her credit, she seemed genuinely surprised by my reaction, but she left without further protest. I locked the door behind her and sank to the floor, trying to steady my breathing.
"Hank, she's gone. It was Mrs. Winslow. She was here, going through our things," I said.
"Goodness, Lauren. I heard it all," Hank said. "And Summer has already called the police. They should be on their way to you now."
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A woman locking the door | Source: Midjourney
"Hurry home," I said, hanging up the call.
The police arrived shortly after and took my statement.
"Oh, we've had issues with your landlady before," an officer said. "She has this habit of going in and out and 'helping' tenants whether they want it or not."
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A police officer standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney
"But that's not ok, officer," I said. "I had no idea who was in my house, handling my personal belongings. I even took a baseball bat because I was sure that someone was in the house."
"We know, ma'am," the officer said. "You can press charges if you want. Check your lease, but I'm certain that there will be a clause indicating that this isn't allowed."
I nodded.
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A legal contract | Source: Midjourney
"And you can change the locks if you want, but please remember, you'll have to disclose that to her, too. Because legally, that should be part of the contract, too."
I decided not to press charges, but I did ask the officer to give Mrs. Winslow a warning.
"Make her know that this is unacceptable, and if it happens again, I will press charges."
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A police officer | Source: Midjourney
When Hank and the kids returned, we discussed what happened. And they were all as equally shaken as I was and agreed that we needed to take measures and ensure our safety.
"We're changing the locks tomorrow," Hank said. "I don't care what anyone says."
The next morning, I watched as the locksmith worked while Hank and I had coffee. We had both barely slept the night before, feeling unsafe because Mrs. Winslow had keys to the house.
![A locksmith working | Source: Midjourney](https://cdn.amomama.com/2b03ebe53dad122f55d72d1110c091f4df8e7e2829c599e4742f0dd58cea7056.png)
A locksmith working | Source: Midjourney
But now that the locks were changing, we were both settled. We had trusted her, and she had violated that trust in a way that was both invasive and deeply unsettling.
The incident with Mrs. Winslow served as a stark reminder that personal boundaries are sacred and that they should be trusted.
Life slowly returned to normal, but I don't think that I could forget about this. And I think I'll always be uneasy every time I see an upside-down mug.
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A smiling nurse | Source: Midjourney
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When Jason's phone rings in the middle of the night, he finds his daughter crying. During the conversation, he discovers that her landlord is forcing her out of her place. Jason decides to give the landlord a lesson...
I received the call late at night; it was so unexpected that I answered it without even thinking about who could be on the other end. Groggily, I clicked the green icon and held my phone up to my ear.
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A man sleeping | Source: Midjourney
"Dad," Lily, my daughter, sobbed into my ear.
"What's wrong?" I asked, immediately sitting up and getting my feet into my slippers. "Tell me, Lily, what's happening?"
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An upset young woman | Source: Midjourney
"My landlord found out that I got a raise at work. I was sitting on the porch with Nolan, and we were laughing about it and toasting. And of course, he heard it from the front house. Ever since, he keeps talking about renovations and higher rent."
"Okay," I said slowly, trying to understand despite the grogginess from sleep.
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A close-up of an older man | Source: Midjourney
Sure, it was a disgusting way to make money off people, but it wasn't something to cry about.
"But sweetheart, why are you crying?" I asked, trying to keep my own voice steady.
Everything in me wanted to run to my child. But I wouldn't do anything until she gave me a reason to.
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An upset young woman | Source: Midjourney
"After I had no reaction to the rent increase, he secretly threw some old, prohibited chemical containers into my backyard and then accused me of violating the lease by storing hazardous materials on the property," she said.
"What?" I exploded. "That's illegal!"
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Numerous plastic containers | Source: Unsplash
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