Stafford Springs, Connecticut – At approximately 3:05 p.m., Susan B. witnessed a child riding his bicycle past her home. But it wasn’t just a regular eleven-year-old riding his bike home from school, Susan stated. “This one was different.”

Susan was on her routine neighborhood watch, scheduled for after breakfast, after lunch, after school is dismissed, and one time at midnight for extra security. According to the residents of Stafford Springs, the town hasn’t seen a violent crime of any sort in the past eight-hundred and fifty-six years. Susan attributes this, “partly but mostly,” to her routine check-ups in the neighborhood.

When the clock struck 3:00 p.m., Susan stepped outside with her Dunkin Donuts iced coffee, decaf, to be clear. 

At 3:01 p.m., she took a seat on her lawn chair at the end of her driveway, anticipating another calm, non-violent school dismissal. At 3:03 p.m., the first child passed by on their bicycle. That child was a regular in the neighborhood. Nothing suspicious so far, Susan thought. 

3:04 p.m. is when things started to change. Down the street, Susan spotted a child riding on his bicycle. The bike was different; the kid’s jacket was different. She quickly pulled out her telescope to take a closer look. She noticed he was different.

As the child rode past her house at 3:05 p.m., Susan stood up and glared down at him. She said, “[she] needed to let him know this was [her] neighborhood.” But the child glared back at her. He wasn’t afraid, nor even scared.

Susan tried to keep it together, but she couldn’t. She ran back into her house in terror, even forgetting her decaf Dunkin Donuts coffee.

At first, she thought about alerting the police, but she wasn’t sure if that was the right call. Doing so would leave the neighborhood in a state of panic. Something she knew may be more harmful to the town’s spirit. 

She ultimately decided she would keep an eye on the kid for now. If he ever came by again, then she would have to take action.

The next day, Susan went outside again right before school dismissal, but this time approximately at 2:55 p.m. in case the child caught on to her allegiance to Stafford Springs and tried to sneak past her house early and this time she stood at the end of the driveway, but this time with the coffee.

Again, at 3:05 p.m. she heard the dinging of a bicycle bell coming her way. She looked ahead of her house. It was the kid again. She quickly took out her new iPhone 17 and snapped photos for evidence. As he rode past her house, he glanced at her, that way again. She tried to stay strong, staring back at him with intent, but had to run back inside.

Susan went through all the possibilities in her mind: could he just be a new kid in town? No, he had to be part of the largest criminal scheme in the Northeast.

Instead of contacting authorities, she took matters into her own hands so the issue could be dealt with swiftly and properly. So, she made a Facebook group. She called it “The Protectors of Stafford Springs” and immediately started posting photos of the child riding his bicycle down the street. 

The group gained wide attention, as wide as the borders of Stafford Springs, a town with about a few hundred people, give or take. Susan posted daily, hoping to bring attention to the situation. She figured that maybe, hopefully, the child would eventually choose the right path and leave them alone.

She made a three-step security plan, also seen as the banner and profile picture of the Facebook group. The plan is as follows: “Step 1 – Stare. Step 2 – Shake and sip the coffee. Step 3 – Run. Step 4 – I don’t know.”

When we interviewed Susan, we asked her, “Are you ever sad?” She answered, “No. Are you?” Our interviewer refused to respond.

Written By: Greigh Cloward