My husband’s strange bedtime habit had me worried he was losing his mind. But when burglars broke into our house in the dead of night, his odd routine saved us. It might just save you too.
Hi there, I’m Daisy. I’m 32, a housewife, and until recently, I thought my life was picture-perfect. That was until my husband, Roger, started having a strange nighttime habit that got me worried…
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Roger and I were high school sweethearts, married for five years now. Those were the golden years of my life. But then, Roger started doing this weird thing that had me wondering if he was losing his marbles.
It all began when I noticed him sleeping with his car keys. First on the nightstand. And then, right next to his pillow. Every. Single. Night.
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
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Roger grew up poor. His dad was a carpenter and he lost his mom when he was little.
He worked his butt off for that car, so I figured maybe it was just his way of cherishing it. Something probably sentimental, you know?
But then it got… intense.
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“Honey, you forgot to kiss me goodnight,” I said one night, watching him fuss with the keys.
Roger looked up, startled. “Oh, sorry, Daisy.” He pecked my cheek quickly, then went right back to positioning those darn keys beside his pillow.
I sighed, turning over in bed. “G’night, I guess.”
“Night, sweetheart,” he mumbled, still focused on the keys.
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As the days went by, Roger’s habit started to feel like an addiction. One night, I woke up to find him fumbling around in the dark.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled, half-asleep.
“Just checking,” he whispered back.
“Checking what?”
“The keys. Making sure they’re still here.”
I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. “Roger, for heaven’s sake, they’re not going anywhere!”
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He chuckled nervously. “You never know, Daisy. You never know.”
I sat up, fully awake now. “Okay, what’s going on? Why are you so obsessed with these keys?”
Roger sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s… it’s nothing. Just a habit, I guess.”
“A habit that’s more important than kissing your wife goodnight?” I couldn’t keep the hurt out of my voice.
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His face fell. “Aw, Daisy, no. It’s not like that. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”
I softened a bit. “Then talk to me, Rog. What’s this all about?”
He hesitated, then shook his head. “It’s silly. Let’s just go back to sleep, okay?”
I wanted to push, but something in his eyes made me hold back. “Okay. But this conversation isn’t over.”
The next few days, I kept a close eye on Roger. He seemed normal during the day, but come bedtime, out came those keys.
I started coming up with all sorts of theories. Maybe he thought it was useful in case of an emergency? I was pregnant, after all. Extra safety measure, perhaps?
But nothing could’ve prepared me for what happened next.
It was a quiet night when I heard it. A rattling noise from downstairs, like someone had knocked over a pan. My heart started racing. Then, a cough. A real, honest-to-god cough.
I sat up, my whole body trembling. “Roger,” I whispered, shaking him awake. “I think there’s someone in the house.”
Roger bolted upright, his eyes wide. He listened for a moment, then reached for… you guessed it… his car keys.
“What are you doing?” I hissed. “Call the police!”
But Roger just pressed the panic button on his key fob. Suddenly, our car alarm started blaring outside, shattering the silence of the night.
I gaped at him. “Have you lost your mind?”
Before Roger could answer, we heard a commotion outside. I rushed to the window and saw a group of young men scrambling out of our front yard.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, remembering something. “I forgot to lock the back door after taking out the trash.”
Roger came up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “It’s okay, Daisy. They’re gone now.”
As if on cue, lights started flicking on in the neighboring houses. People came out, looking around in confusion.
Roger sighed. “Better go explain before they call the cops on us.”
We hurried outside, where our neighbor, Mrs. Clooney, was already marching over in her fluffy robe.
“What in tarnation is going on?” she demanded, her curlers bobbing indignantly.
Roger held up his hands. “Sorry, folks. False alarm. Everything’s fine now.”
“False alarm?” Mr. Peterson from across the street joined in. “It’s 2 a.m., Roger!”
“I know, I know,” Roger said, looking sheepish. “There was a… uh… a situation. But it’s handled now. Sorry for the disturbance.”
As we headed back inside, I turned to Roger. “Alright, spill. What was that all about?”
He grinned, looking a bit sheepish. “It’s a life hack, Daisy. One that just saved our bacon.”
We sat at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around a mug of chamomile tea to stop them from shaking.
“A lifehack?” I repeated. “You mean to tell me you’ve been sleeping with car keys as a… as a security measure?”
Roger nodded, his expression serious. “My dad taught me this trick when I was a kid. Said it could be a lifesaver.”
I shook my head, still trying to process it all. “But why didn’t you tell me?”
He reached across the table, taking my hand. “I didn’t want to worry you. Especially now, with the baby coming.”
I squeezed his hand back, feeling a pang of emotions. “Roger, we’re partners. You don’t have to protect me from everything.”
He smiled softly. “I know. I’m sorry. No more secrets, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed, then curiosity got the better of me. “So, tell me more about this lifehack of yours.”
Roger’s eyes lit up, reminding me of the boy I fell in love with in high school. “Well, it all started when I was about ten…”
Roger leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant with memory.
“We lived in a pretty rough neighborhood back then,” he began. “One night, some guys tried to break in. Dad heard them and used this trick. Scared them off real quick.”
I listened, fascinated. “So that’s why you’ve been so adamant about it?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I guess I never really got over that night. And now, with you and the baby…” He trailed off, looking a bit embarrassed.
I reached out, touching his cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it now. But next time, just talk to me, alright?”
Roger smiled, covering my hand with his. “Deal. Now, want to hear how it works?”
I nodded eagerly.
“It’s simple, really,” he explained. “Keep your car keys close at night… on the nightstand or beside your pillow. If you hear an intruder, hit the panic button.”
I nodded slowly, starting to see the logic. “And the car alarm scares them off?”
“Exactly!” Roger grinned. “Plus, it alerts the neighbors. Most burglars won’t stick around with that kind of attention.”
I had to admit it was pretty clever. “Does it work anywhere else?”
“Sure does,” Roger said. “It’s great in parking lots too. If you’re ever feeling unsafe, just hit that panic button.”
I sat back, marveling at how something so simple could be so effective. “You know, this could help a lot of people if they knew about it.”
Roger’s eyes met mine, a spark of an idea forming between us. “Maybe we should spread the word?”
I nodded, feeling a surge of purpose. “I think we should.”
The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Roger’s lifehack. It had potentially saved us from a terrifying situation, and I knew it could help others too.
As he left for work, I sat down at my computer, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
I took a deep breath and began typing: “I never imagined my husband’s ‘bizarre’ nighttime habit would end up saving us from a robbery…”
Hours flew by as I poured our story onto the screen. When I finally looked up, the sun was setting.
Roger came in, loosening his tie. “Daisy, this is amazing,” he said, squeezing my shoulder as he read my post. “You really captured everything.”
I beamed up at him. “You think it’ll help people?”
“I know it will,” he assured and hugged me. “Now, how about we celebrate with some takeout?”
As we sat down to dinner, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. For Roger, for his weird little habit, and for the chance to maybe make a difference.
So, everyone, hope you liked this little life hack my husband taught me. Keep your car keys within reach at night. You never know when they might come in handy.