When I Walked Into My Kitchen And Saw My Neighbor There, I Thought It Was Harmless — But What I Discovered Weeks Later Left Me Speechless It was an ordinary Sunday morning. I had just returned from the farmer’s market, arms full of strawberries and fresh bread, sunglasses still on. I opened my front door expecting quiet. Instead, I nearly dropped my bags. Because Dennis—my across-the-street neighbor—was standing in my kitchen. Not knocking. Not waiting on the porch. Inside. Eating dry cereal fro