06/05/2026
The Night the Axe Man Came to My Neighborhood
I’ve actually put off writing about this for a few days.
Partly because I was still trying to process it.
Partly because I wanted to wait for more concrete facts.
As often happens after a major incident, rumors and gossip started flying almost immediately. Every day seemed to bring a new version of the story, and I didn’t want to add to the noise until I felt like I had a clearer picture of what had happened.
Besides, I’m supposed to be focused on aliens this week.
But life has a funny way of ignoring our plans.
Tonight, a reporter from KWCH 12 News knocked on my door and asked about what happened in our neighborhood.
That was the moment it really hit me.
This happened.
This wasn’t a strange social media rumor.
This wasn’t a story happening somewhere else.
This happened here.
So I shared my story with them.
Now I’m sharing it with you.
My daughter was playing outside when she came into the house and told me a neighbor wanted to talk to me.
That’s how I found out.
The neighbor asked if I had heard all the police activity the night before.
I hadn’t.
Apparently, while I was peacefully asleep, our neighborhood had become the center of a major police response.
Between roughly 2:30 and 4:30 in the morning, police vehicles reportedly filled the block. Officers were searching for a man who, according to reports, had been moving through neighborhoods in the middle of the night for who knows how long.
At some point, he acquired an axe.
Then things became much more serious.
Police say he was attempting to get into cars, sheds, and homes.
A little over a block from my house, he found an unlocked door.
An elderly grandmother was attacked inside her own home.
After that, he continued through the neighborhood.
One of my neighbors was home alone when he came to her house. He rang the doorbell.
Thankfully, she didn’t answer.
Her doors were locked.
She escaped with a broken porch light and a terrifying story.
Eventually, the suspect was arrested only a couple of houses away from mine.
A couple of houses away.
My family was safe. My house was untouched. But it’s hard to describe how surreal it feels knowing that while I was asleep, a man carrying an axe was moving through the same streets my daughter rides her bike on and my neighbors walk every day.
The next morning everything looked normal.
The birds were singing.
The grass still needed mowed.
The neighborhood looked exactly the same.
But suddenly every familiar house had become part of a story that unfolded while I was asleep.
The security camera images in this post were captured by my neighbor, Alex Bacon, and are shared with his permission. Thank you, Alex, for allowing me to use them.
Sometimes the mildly concerning thing isn’t what happened.
It’s realizing how close it came.
