Ivor could feel adrenaline kicking in real quick, and that was never a good thing. “Is that your dad?” Her friend to her left, Ginger asked. “That’s not my dad, and that’s not my brother either, he’s still at work.” Her friend to her right, Jordan, pulled out her phone. “What’re you doing?!” Ivor asks “Calling the police, and taking a photo of this creep!” Jordan dialed the numbers, 000, “police emergency service how can I help you?” ” there is a man in our backyard and we have no idea who he is! Our address is *******!”,  “okay we’ll arive as quick as we can ma’am.”