wicked man

My place of residing is somewhat a hidden escape. Living on a since ended farm land, off a dirt road, you expect privacy to say the least. At 11:02 I am on the phone and hear a siren, livng with my step-dad who is a paramedic and fire chief I just figured he was going on some call, however when I heard my mom yell "he's in our fucking yeard! holy shit!" I ran out my room and looking out the giant window I can see from the second floor I see this car going wild. It's skidding around, peeling out and just completely seems rouge. I instantly get dressed, run down stairs and watch as all these cops go chasing this car, and the car is bashing its way through this thicket of woods twenty feet from our window. He some how got through, but got stuck in the heavy mud, ditched his car and ran. The cop told us he was just pulling him over for not having tags, and when the sirens came on he just fled. How he ended up at our house, is a chance I will not understand. So many cops ended up coming, at one time there were 9 cars, and they brought out the meanest looking search dog to find the guy. This shit lasted forever. The tow truck people didn't leave until around 3:30 and it was hard to fall asleep. I am running off about two hours of sleep and three cups of coffee. Such a wild ass night.