HereWeGoAgain
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CaféAuLait;9039078 said:I do know what its like but it was different. He was waiting in the attic. I put the kids to bed I was watching for the evening and they kept calling me upstairs telling me they could hear a "ghost" in the attic. To calm them and show them there was no such thing as ghosts, I got a ladder and a flashlight and opened the trap door to the attic.
When I l climbed up and looked in I saw a pair of sneakers and legs. I immediately jumped down, breaking my ankle, unbeknownst to me at the time. Grabbed the kids and hobbled an my ass to the neighbors home. Cops arrived as he was fleeing out the back sliders--( which he used to gain access to my home) his jeans were caught on a nail which slowed his fleeing down until the cops arrived. That's when I got a gun. Who the hell knows why he was lying in wait in the attic. Scary shit.
The guy in the OP is different tho, unless there was not a locked door between him and his family then he may have been in the right, but Ill bet there was a door separating the garage and home and he could have waited for the cops or until he tried to gain entrance to the main home.
The wife and I were watching the tube one evening when I heard a knock on the door.
I always looked out the side window to see who was at my door before answering.
I see three mexican dudes on my porch and a car parked out front.
I grab the sawed off 870 I leave by the front door and keep it out of sight behind the door jam when I open the door.
They asked to use the phone because their car had broken down. I told them they could wait there and I called out to the wife to bring the cordless phone.
Already being suspicious since all three had come to the door rather then just one of them I wasn't about to let them in the house. I then noticed one had a cell phone in his hand.
The one with the cell in his hand was standing behind the first two and he realized that I had seen his phone. He immediately started rushing forward trying to get past his buddies.
At that point I brought the shotgun up. Those fools were falling all over themselves trying to get over the shrubs that lined my front porch.
They then jumped into their supposedly broken down car and hauled ass.
That was years ago when we had first married and we've since moved to a gated community. But I still go to the door armed. Because I've never forgotten that feeling of "what if" I hadnt been armed that first time?
All it takes is not being prepared one time. I'm not gonna let that happen....ever.
Fuck what some liberal panty waste thinks.
You are full of shit.
And you can go fuck yourself. I sure as hell dont need your belief one way or another.
What happened,happened.....sooooo