My dad saved me and he doesn't even know it

Warning: This is a long post with some random things strung together. <br><br>This is a story about how my dad saved my life. This happened in the 80s when I was in college. I had moved off campus into a two story apartment with several rooms. I moved in with a couple of people I met at school. We were all going to classes, so we felt comfortable leaving the front door unlocked when we were home, thinking that a front door lock wouldn't be much of a deterrent anyway. It never crossed our minds that someone would decide to walk in and rob us.<br><br>I had a strange feeling that something wasn't quite right in the apartment. I kept hearing noises at night, like someone was in my room. I would go to the kitchen at night and find dirty dishes that I was sure I had washed. I kept finding the front door open even though we were all home. It was as though someone had a key to our front door and they were entering it when we weren't looking. I tried to talk to my roommates about it, but they said it was all in my head. <br><br>I mentioned it to my dad, but didn't go into detail. He decided to drop off some food he had baked and brought it over to the apartment. It was a Sunday morning and I was in my room studying. I didn't even know he was there until I heard him talking to my roommates. <br><br>When he came into my room, he was looking around. He told me that the apartment was nice, but he didn't like it. He said he had a bad feeling about it. I didn't say anything, but it validated my own feelings. I thought maybe it wasn't just in my head after all. I appreciated that he was looking out for me, but I was in college and thought I could take care of myself. It was a valuable lesson to realize that there is always someone out there looking out for you. Always.<br><br>I wasn't there very much longer. A couple of weeks later, I came home and found my roommates in an absolute panic. The police were there, and they were talking about someone being murdered. They were talking about how it could have been any one of us.<br><br>I wasn't really paying attention. They had already passed off my strange feelings, and I thought they were being dramatic. I walked past them into my room, and that's when I saw it. Police tape. My bed had been moved away from the wall, and there was police tape near the floor. It looked as though they were taking fingerprints. I was absolutely bewildered by the whole thing. I didn't know what to think.<br><br>I calmed my roommates down and asked them what happened. They told me that it happened just a couple of days before. Someone had entered the apartment in the middle of the night and stabbed one of my roommates. <br><br>I couldn't believe that I had narrowly escaped a brutal murder. If my dad had not expressed his concerns, I might not be here today. My instincts were telling me that this was a dangerous place. My dad listened and now he is my hero.<br><br>[Update] There is new information. I found a news article dated 1985 about the incident. My old roommate was sleeping (not in her bed, but on the floor) when she was stabbed by someone who was hiding under her bed. The article didn't go into detail about the injuries, but she survived. She was able to walk out of the hospital after the incident. I am so relieved that she was able to recover. I am grateful that I wasn't the one who was attacked.