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Not even 10 minutes after finishing my food I heard a loud bang and then my front door was kicked in. Three guys shot through my door then came barging in. They were all wearing masks and they all had guns. They were there to rob me. They all began pistol whipping me and I knew in that moment that if I didn't get outside somehow they were going to kill me in my own home. I managed to convince them that I had left my money in my truck and they shoved me outside. I then literally started fighting for my life. During the fight one of the guys yelled shoot him and I felt a burning sensation in my leg but I just kept fighting. Then a second shot went through my hip and I fell to the ground. They then fired a third shot at my head and I felt like the left side of my head was on fire. I knew that I needed to play dead to survive. They must have thought they killed me because they then ran. After that I managed to somehow crawl from the front of my home out in the street. My brother and his wife were down the street at my parents house and somehow came just in time to find me. They then immediately called 911 and while they were trying to stop the bleeding the guys came back in their car and tried to run me and my sister in law over with a shattered leg and severe blood loss. I managed to push us out of the way and the car nearly missed us. Thankfully the sheriffs were not too far behind and my family pointed out the car. Then a High speed chase began. They drove through a field and then fled on foot and got away. The sheriff who was on scene saved my life and it stopped the bleeding in my leg. Thankfully, the bullet in my head just grazed the side of it. I was hospitalized for a month. They caught the owner of the car and he went to jail, but he was released about a year ago. Unfortunately, even though they found the gun he used to shoot me and my blood was in his car, I still suffer every day from mental and physical problems from that night and I probably always will. But thank God I'm alive. I've always listened to horror stories on YouTube, but I've never thought that anything like that would happen to me for some context. I'm a 14 year old boy and I'm in the 9th grade so I'm a freshman in high school. My mom and dad are divorced, so every day after school I walk to my mom's house. Then when my dad gets off work he would pick me up from her house and take me to his house which is in the county and about a 45 minute drive from my mom's house. This will come into play a little later in the story. This happened two weeks ago so it's still very fresh in my mind. It was a Friday and I was in my geography class, which is my last period, and this kid was sitting in the back of the class and kept looking at me. He had a hood up so I couldn't really see his face. And the reason that the teacher wasn't suspicious that he was there because we had a substitute that day. After about 30 minutes of him looking at me, I get up and walked over to him. I then decided to ask him what his name was because I didn't know if he had a disability or something and I wanted to be nice to him. But right when I got to him and asked him his name, he just glanced me up and down, then put his head down. The weird thing though is that it looked like he had a stubby beard. Like he had just shaved off his beard but didn't cut it short enough. So I just walked away and sat back down. Cut to when the bell rings and I start walking home. I'm about halfway to my mom's house and I'm crossing an alleyway. I look over about one or two blocks and I then see someone in all black just look at me. To be honest, I should have been more concerned, but I just thought I was some crackhead or a homeless person because it's pretty common to See crackheads around where I live. But then I was about four blocks from my house and I looked behind me and I saw the same guy again. He was now around three blocks behind me. So I picked up the pace and I started walking faster. Once I got home, I didn't see the guy again for a while. Fast forward three or four hours and my dad was there to pick me up. So I went outside and got in his car. But then I could have sworn I saw the same guy again in the alleyway that was next to my mom's house. I was pretty freaked out at this point, so I just looked away from him and put my head down. My dad then stopped at a gas station about two blocks away from my mom's house. I really didn't want to stop there, but he said that we had to. So I then went inside with him and got a drink while he paid for the gas. He then pumped the gas and I got back in the car. When I got in the car, I got that feeling like someone was watching me. So I looked around and I didn't see anything. So I just brushed it off and then turned on the radio. Then my dad gets back and we get in the car and we're now on our way to his house. We got home and my dad said he had to go back to his work and get his phone because he forgot it there. His work wasn't very far because he paints houses. And the house he was painting was like 15 minutes away from our house. So. So he dropped me off at his house while he went to his work to go get his phone. So as he left, I then went inside and sat on the couch. That's when I then heard a noise from outside. So I thought my dad was back or something, but it was actually coming from the car. I went outside and stood on the porch looking at the car. And as I was standing there, I was getting really scared. So I went inside and grabbed a pocket knife. Then I went back out and I then saw the trunk of the car was now wide open. At this point, I'm getting really freaked out. So I ran back inside and locked the door. My heart sunk as I then heard three faint knocks coming from the door. I almost shit myself. I then slowly walked to the door and then peeked through the blinds. And my worst nightmare then came true. It was the guy from before who was watching me. I then realized that it wasn't just some random guy. It was the kid from school. Except it wasn't a kid. He looked like a 4050 year old man. He was probably about 6 foot tall and 200 pounds. For context, I'm 5 foot 8 and 170 pounds, so I'm not small for a 9th grader. But I also stood no chance against this guy. So I then ran to my room and grabbed my dad's 20 gauge shotgun from the back. But all I could find was birdshot. So if I shot him, he would definitely survive and he could still probably fight back. Then I locked myself in my room and I was just really hoping you would leave. Thinking back on this now, I don't know why I didn't call the cops or my dad, but even if I did call the cops, they definitely wouldn't get there in time. Then I heard glass break. I didn't know if he broke a window or the glass door or something else, but I did know that he was in the house. I heard him walking around opening doors. Then he came to my door, but he realized it was locked. He then started banging on it, screaming words that I couldn't even understand. I yelled at him to leave or I'd shoot him, but that didn't stop him. So I did it. I shot right through the door and I heard him yell out in pain. I opened the door and he was now standing at the other end of the hallway. He saw me come out and he then charged at me. But since I shot him with a bird shot, it didn't put him down. But I then emptied the last three bullets in the gun on his chest as he then charged at me and then fell to the ground. I really didn't know if he was dead or not, so I just sprinted past his body on the ground and then ran outside. I then saw my dad pulling into the driveway. I ran to his truck then frantically telling him what happened, but I could hardly get the words out. But when I finally told him, he then called the cops. We locked ourselves in my dad's truck until the cops got there, just in case. My dad had his 9mm pistol with him and he had it on his lap just in case. Then about 30 minutes later, the cops finally arrived. They then went inside and found the guy. When the officer came out, they said they found him bleeding out in my bedroom closet and he was holding one of the rifles. Then the second officer came outside, practically dragging the man to their car. It was finally over. But the most horrifying thing was that he was able to go into the closet and take one of my guns after I shot him four times. To this day, I still have no idea why this man did all this to me. Every noise I hear now freaks me out and I recently learned that I now have PTSD from this experience, but I'm getting a little better and I'm not thinking about it as much anymore. But the reason I'm telling you this story is because I just really need to get this off my chest and I can't stand keeping all this to myself and a bunch of cops. And that's why I'm submitting this story anonymously. I'm a 17 year old girl from Australia. This happened to me a year ago when I was 16. I remember it vividly and I'm now permanently paranoid because of what happened now. The suburb I'm living in I wouldn't necessarily say is very dangerous by any means, but it's definitely not the safest either. There are heaps of drug dealers, robbers and whatnot. The day this story occurred was like any other day. I went to school, came home, ate, and then went to bed at a reasonable time. However, at around 2am I remember being somewhat half asleep because of this gnawing feeling of unexplainable dread. Even in my sleep I was able to hear unintelligible murmuring from outside my window which sounded male. When I heard this I immediately knew something was really wrong and I fully woke up not long after I had heard hands fiddling with the locks on my windows, followed by the sound of loud clawing and pounding. Obviously absolutely petrified. My brain kicked into flight mode and I then ran as fast as I could to my parents room and I remember saying in a panicked voice, there's someone outside my window. My dad, along with my older sister who knew self defense, went outside to see what was going on. The pounding at my door had stopped and at this point I wasn't even sure if what I heard just a few minutes ago was real or a dream as nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Well, ten agonizing minutes later my dad and sister re entered the house. I remember asking them if they saw anyone and they said they saw a person on the road in front of our house and they described him as a shirtless, extremely pale, tall and skinny man. My dad and sister watched him from a distance as he creepily wandered aimlessly away from the house down to the next street. The way he was walking was so strange that my dad said that he must be on some type of drugs. While we weren't completely sure at the time that the guy on the street turned out to be the man that tried to get through my window. Needless to say, I was mortified and I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. In my mind, I just kept wondering what would have happened if he were to get inside. And what's even scarier is that the day before this happened, I was cleaning my room and I noticed my windows were unlocked, which I luckily locked right away. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if I didn't notice that my window was unlocked. We notified the police about what happened and they came to our house the next day to collect fingerprints from my window. Turns out, the same night the guy was actually successful breaking into an old woman's house, which also happened to be on the same street as ours. The woman ended up fine, but was extremely terrified. The police suspected that he was on some kind of heavy drugs and that he was just up to no good. It took me a solid week or so after it happened to be able to properly sleep in my room again. Even now, a year later, if I ever hear a noise outside my window, I start getting that same terrified feeling that I got the day the crazy man tried to get into my room through the window. If anyone can take anything from this story, please make sure you have proper safety and security precautions built within your house because it just might save your life. Before I start this story, I want to share some context. The story took place when I was 11. During this time, my parents and my closest friend's parents used to all work. So me, my two friends S and B, used to spend the evening at S's house while we waited for our parents to get home from work. On this day, S had actually forgotten her homework, so she had to go back to her school to go get it while me and B waited for her after getting her homework. Then we all walked home together. Once we got home, S had told me how she had left her key in the door because she couldn't get it out of the lock. I know that this sounds really stupid, but when we were kids, she had really left the key in the lock and had come to school without it. As soon as we entered the house, there were unknown shoes at the front door. Then we saw S's mom's wallet opened up at the kitchen counter. Now Ess said it was her mom who'd left it open, but it was still weird to us. Now this was a two story house and we were on the bottom floor at the dining table doing our homework. S and B started Saying that they could hear footsteps from upstairs. To our knowledge, no one was supposed to be home except for us. After a while of hearing the same creaking sounds, we got scared and ran into the backyard to try and get away. We ended up calling S's dad on the home phone, but he didn't believe us and he said we were just imagining it. Since everyone was too scared to go into the house, we ended up running back to the school. Once we got to the school, we had told a teacher about what happened and what we heard. Then the police were called. The police went to the house and no one was found in the house. But once we returned, the unknown shoes that were there at the front door were gone. Also, the window in S's room was wide open when she was sure that she had closed it. We suspect that the intruders snuck in while we were walking to the house in an attempt to rob it. They probably left the shoes at the front door to avoid footprints on the carpet since the whole house had white carpet. And then once they noticed us coming, he probably ran upstairs, which is why we heard the footsteps from upstairs. Then we think he climbed out of the window in S's room since that was an easy way to climb down from there. This is just a theory though. Who knows? I mean, none of the adults believe us. But even five years later, this still haunts me. To start off, I'm a 14 year old girl who is obsessed with animals, specifically horses. I was looking for small jobs to help give me some extra money to support my expensive obsession. Around that time, my next door neighbor had just had hip surgery, so she couldn't move around much or really stand for too long. She had a collie mix who needed to be walked two times a day. We'll call him Marco. For the sake of the story, she asked me if I would be willing to walk him once in the morning at 8 and once in the evening at 5. She agreed that she would pay me $25 a week, which was a hell of a deal for me back then. I had started walking him in June and and continued up until now, which is November. This actually happened back in September after school. One day I went to go walk Marco. On that day, my neighbor told me that she would be gone for the day and that I needed to feed Marco and give him fresh water as she wouldn't be home until late. I unlocked the garage door, going into the house and grabbing Marco. I had decided to leave the garage door up. A stupid mistake on my part, I thought it would be fine though, as we lived in a pretty good neighborhood. I finished walking Marco and had headed back to the house. As I approached the garage, I noticed the door to go inside the house was wide open. I remembered closing it but just brushed it off, blaming it on the wind as it was extremely windy that day. I then fed Marco, gave him water and then locked the door and closed the garage. Later that night at around 7:30, I was laying on my bed listening to scary stories when I'd gotten a text. It was from my neighbor saying did you open the back door to the deck? It was wide open when I came home as well as the gate to the deck. Shivers went down my spine as I vividly remember never unlocking the back door. The door was different as you can't unlock it from outside even with keys. Someone from inside had to unlock it and open it. I replied back, no, I didn't go anywhere near that door. Is everything still there? She replied back a little while later. Yeah, everything's in the same spot. Must have been the wind or something. I knew very well that it was not the wind. I don't have any more updates to this story, unfortunately, but it still haunts me to think that someone could have been in the house when I was there. I was alone and caught off guard. If I had been kidnapped, no one would have known until it was way too late. Be safe everyone. And no matter how safe your neighborhood is, always lock your doors. I'm from South Africa and most of my family still lives there. It's a really gorgeous country with some of the most stunning natural beauty imaginable, some of the best food you'll ever eat, and some of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. Any African's listeners will be able to vouch for South African hospitality. Unfortunately, it's also one of the most dangerous countries in the world for residents and tourists alike. The majority of the population lives below the poverty line, the education system is in bad shape and petty to moderate. Crime is basically a way of life with very few consequences. Crime there also tends to be particularly needlessly violent, often escalating to assault, indecent assault and murder. No one has any faith in the police, who are often corrupt and or incompetent, and people live in a constant state of heightened awareness and paranoia. It's not really something you even notice about yourself, that underlying tension, until you spend a little time somewhere else and realize while you're away that you've stopped holding your breath. Every building has bars on the Windows. Every business has security cameras and guards. Every home, even modest ones, have an alarm system and panic buttons. Most cars have a tracking device installed. This is the normal I grew up with. And even though I had been the repeated victim of pickpocketing, car theft and one attempted hijacking and burglary at my mom's house when I was just a kid, I figured that was what life was like. And I didn't consider it strange. It was at the age of 21 that I met my future husband, Carl. And we didn't exactly waste any time. We had a real whirlwind romance and a few months after we started dating, we had rented an apartment together. Within six months we got engaged and moved from the city of Pretoria to a small house in Cape Town, almost on the opposite side of the county. We were married another six months after that and I was working as a graphic designer while Carl got a job as a programmer. Now, Carl and I both were used to a certain amount of crime being part of daily life in Pretoria, like I've mentioned. And things were no different in Cape Town. The place where Carl worked was robbed in broad daylight and a bunch of his valuables were stolen right out of his office. My workplace was also broken into twice in a three month period. Once when a couple of ladies were still in the building at night and had to hide in a bathroom. And one night after getting off work very late and I was followed by a car with tinted windows and whoever was in it tried to run me off the road. I did everything you're supposed to in that situation. I didn't stop at red lights, just slowed enough to check for cars before speeding through. I made random turns, I floored it and then finally pulled into the nearest police station. It worked and the car sped off. Right after I pulled in. My car's window got smashed in our driveway one night while we were asleep. Obviously I didn't keep anything of value in the car, but that didn't stop whoever it was from trying. It turned out every car on our street, not in a garage, had been smashed into that night. And probably by the same group of thugs. These are just a few examples from a very long list. If things hadn't escalated from here, who knows how long we would have continued to live there under that state of normal. During the early hours one Saturday morning, maybe around 4am, while it was still dark, I woke up from the sound of a loud pop, like the sound of a light bulb exploding. I shook Carl awake and asked if he could hear Anything. And while I was still whispering that I'd heard a strange noise. Our bedroom door creaked open, and the beams of flashlights were then shining into our eyes. Carl shouted something, and I let out a scream. Then our bed was surrounded by three men. They ordered us to get out of bed and just kept telling us, shut up, Just be quiet. Carl was in his boxers, I in a T shirt. And I still thank God that we don't sleep naked. I don't remember what we said to them, but I remember at the time feeling weirdly calm. One man was rummaging through our closet. Another left the room to ransack the rest of our home. And I remember having my wedding ring pulled off my finger and the same thing being done to my husband. We were forced into the bathroom, made to climb into the bathtub, and one of the men made us sit back to back before tying our wrists together. I knew that anything of value we owned was about to be gone and that we might die. But I still pleaded with the men to not take our wedding rings. Take anything we have, but please, please give the rings back. I guess they just meant so much to me as a newlywed. In that moment, he seemed eager to keep me quiet. And he kept pointing his knife at me, saying, okay, okay, we'll give them back. Just shut up. Then he told us, now stay here. Don't move. And he then locked us in the bathroom. We stayed there in silence for a minute, listening to the commotion in our house until it sounded like they were gone before Carl worked his hands free, breaking out of the bathroom and then hitting the panic button in our bedroom, which set off the house alarm and sent an emergency alert to the local police station. It was starting to get light outside as we looked around the house and waited for the police. The place was an absolute mess. Drawers and cabinets pulled open and emptied, stuff all over the floor. And in the spare bedroom that we used as a home office, everything of value was totally gone, except for my enormous imac, my pride and joy at the time, which was lying face down on my desk after its cord had been cut. At first we couldn't figure out why they hadn't taken it, but we realized that cut must have caused the electrical popping sound that woke me up. And us waking up must have interrupted their little mission. The scumbags were actually caught in the end. We were so afraid of something like this happening to us again that we basically slept in shifts. Every little sound put us on high alert. And I kid you all not. Two weeks later, one night While we were in bed, Carl heard voices on the other side of the wall surrounding our small yard. Peering out the window, we saw the tops of three shadowy heads moving towards the neighbor's wall. He called the police immediately, and not long after, we then had the satisfaction of seeing the men who had invaded our home being arrested on the street. That was enough for us. We set things in motion to get the hell out of Dodge. Ten years later, we now live in the USA and Tennessee and we have two beautiful little girls. I really wish I could recommend South Africa to tourists, but we never plan on taking our kids there to see where we grew up. It's just not worth it. And we're really lucky the scum who robbed us weren't looking for violence that night. And by the way, we never did get our wedding rings back. This happened on my 23rd birthday. I'm now 45, I live in Michigan, and this happened early January. I was prepping for a night out with my girl and cleaning up since we normally have parties at my house. My son was home since I was dropping him off on our way out. He was 4 at the time and I was a single mom. I went to take out my trash and I had left my door open a small crack since I was heading out soon. Big mistake. Keep in mind this was not the best area. I had then heard my son say, mom, someone's here. That alone caught my attention. Just his voice sounded odd. I looked and I saw a man who had a mask on and a dark hoodie. He then yells, bitch, I got a gun. Give me your money. I had literally just got paid on this day, so my first thought was to distract him. My purse was in my dining room downstairs, but I told him it was upstairs. I lived in a townhouse at the time. He grabbed me by my shirt and ripped off my chain. Well, that pissed me off. And at this point I had not seen a gun. So I said fuck it. Which, looking back, was a terrible idea. We fought and he got some good blows on me, but so did I. My son was now screaming and crying at this point. My front door was still open, so I pushed him as hard as I could and he literally went flying out the door down my front stairs. I then ran outside just screaming and yelling for help. A cop happened to drive by and he asked what was going on. So I told him and he took off. It was winter, so they tracked him down and caught him. He went to jail, but he didn't really do any serious time. He was released about A year later I was walking into a grocery store. When I had seen him, my heart stopped and I immediately grabbed my son and walked out. I followed up with the court and they claimed that they had sent me a notice but I never got it. About six months later he was on the front page of the local newspaper as he had killed someone and he's now serving 55 years. If they would have put him away for what he did to my son and I, a life might have actually been saved. I do still check on him occasionally just to make sure he's still locked up. I was street smart but this put me on edge for years. I would sleep with a knife in my front door until I met my husband who finally allowed me to relax and trust again. I'm still so grateful to him. Thank you all for taking the time to listen to my story and please stay safe. This story happened almost 15 years ago when I was about 4 years old, and although this occurred when I was quite young, the images from this experience are permanently planted in my mind. But a few of the details are hazy now to give some background, my family and I lived in a nice suburban neighborhood about an hour outside of Chicago. On this particular day I would be in the care of my then 15 year old sister and her best friend while my mother would be running the store. She gave us the normal safety talk and made it clear we were to not go outside. She then departed to the store and my sister and her friend not even five minutes later suggested we go on a walk around the neighborhood. I remember distinctly my sister then opening the garage door, seating me in my bright pink kid's jeep and we began our walk around the neighborhood. We lived in a cul de sac and primarily retired community kind of neighborhood. We began going around the block, my sister and her friend having a blast in rebellious behavior as they saw it. Now I remember that we then turned the street and continued through the neighborhood. We made it about a quarter up the street when we then saw an older woman walking towards us about a football field length in front of us. We all stopped dead in our tracks. She was wearing a long tan coat. My sister and friend gave each other a look and we sat stagnant there in place. The woman then being ahead of us held all three of our young girls attention. After only a few seconds since noticing her, she then realized that we saw her in turn within less than a minute of catching her gaze. She then began charging us, yelling at us down the sidewalk. My sister grabbed my pink jeep and her friend and then held me in her arms as we ran through backyards being chased by this woman. We made it to our backyard and we ran inside our back french doors as quickly as we could, immediately locking the set as we scrambled inside. We then heard a bang. We all then turned to see a large man, tall, broad shoulders and built, leaning against the back door staring at us, looking upset that we had locked the door. This is the point in time that my memory turns hazy. I don't really remember what happened after, but I do remember my sister calling the cops and my mom returning home and scolding my sister and her friend for calling the cops, seeing that we're teenage girls and just like to start drama. This happened over a decade ago and we to this day never know what happened to those two as there were no arrests ever made. My sister and I are still close, yet we haven't talked about this experience in years. I can't forget the vivid memory I have of being chased and genuinely thinking we were doomed if that door hadn't been locked just in time. Dear God, was that a terrifying experience. My friends and I decided to have a sleepover at my house since my parents were gone. This story took place over 10 years ago. My mom told me she would be going to Mexico to visit some family members that were sick. She wanted me to stay and feed and take care of the dogs, so I agreed to she told me she would be leaving Friday night and would most likely be back on Monday since I was 14 at the time. Of course I was happy to have the house free of adults even for a few days on Friday. She left me money and she told me she ordered a pizza and to tip the driver. She left at around 6 and the pizza got there around 7. I tipped the driver and he left around 8pm I decided to call my friends to see if they were trying to hang out as I didn't want to be by myself that whole weekend end. My friends, who we'll call Omar and Lewis had agreed we all kind of lived in the same neighborhood so they had biked in my house. They got there around 8:30 and we were just playing 2K in Call of Duty together like most teenagers do. We had stopped playing around 11 and we were getting kind of bored so we had watched a scary movie. I had told them to pick a movie while I went and put some popcorn in the microwave. While I was putting the popcorn in the microwave I heard a big bang in my backyard like something hit our fence. Now my kitchen is at the back of the house. And there's two big windows in the back, so if something was there, it for sure would have seen me. I thought it was probably my dogs just in the backyard, so I just shrugged it off and we watched the movie. Mid movie, we then hear knocking at my front door. This startles us, so I decide to go see who it was. Well, I go to the door and I see a girl, no older than 19, and she starts banging on my door, telling me to open it. I then hear her asking for help, saying to open the door and that something's after her. As you can all imagine, my friends and I are scared shitless right now. Lewis decides to run over to open the door to help her, but when he does, she pushes the door open and knocks him down. And then two other guys come right in behind her. When this happened, I knew right then that they were going to rob us. That's when Omar and I run up the stairs, which was probably the dumbest thing we could have done. Lewis got up there quickly and it followed us, and the girl followed us too. The two guys stayed and tried to steal anything they saw, including my Xbox. Omar and I ran up to the attic, but Louis was a little chubby, so he didn't quite make it and he just ran into my room and then put his body against the door. Luckily, the girl didn't see us run into the attic, but I think she did see Lewis run into the room, so she probably assumed we were in there too. She was pounding on the door when suddenly Lewis just opened it and then tackled her. Lewis then started jumping on her and that's when Omar and I decided to join in. I had started to yell that I called the cops and they're on the way. The guys run out and then Louis gets off of her and she joins them. They ended up leaving and we decided not to tell anyone what happened as they really only stole the Xbox and nothing else. We couldn't really get any sleep for the rest of the night, but we were really happy that we scared them off. I'm really grateful that all of us ended up being okay and that it didn't get worse than what it was. Last year, I moved to another city after finishing high school. I assessed several college options and I decided on one that would have me move roughly three hours. I found an apartment where I would be able to live without roommates, and it was in a safe part of town with reasonable rent. It was close to some attractions in the city, which was an added bonus to me. As it would still allow me to have me a reasonable social life for the first four months or so. It was great. There were absolutely no problems or safety concerns of any sort and I managed to become good friends with a guy who studied at the same college college as me. He coincidentally lived around five minutes away from me, so we would often hang out at each other's places. One night just as winter started, he had called me over to play some video games and hang out. We had a pretty chill night, drank a few beers and had a few good laughs and enjoyed ourselves. At around 1am we decided to call it a wrap and I headed home to my apartment. When I got back home, I decided to head out to the balcony that overlooked the entrance of my building to go smoke a cigarette. I vividly remember looking around and seeing absolutely nobody. It was a cold winter night and it wasn't the weekend, so understandably everybody was at home. Besides the usual car or two passing by, it was dead quiet. Once I finished my cigarette, I decided to call it a night and get ready for bed. I was understandably confused when I had heard a short ring on my doorbell. I stood in the center of my room for a solid few seconds as confusion and a little bit of fear then set in. I snapped out of it and decided to tiptoe to my door just to try and hear if anyone was outside. My immediate thought was that my friend came over to drop something off that I might have forgotten, but then I thought to myself that he would have texted me or called. I probably listened for half a minute or so when the person once again ringed the doorbell and then softly knocked a few times. I was stood still and I didn't want to make a sound so that I wouldn't give away the fact that I was at the door. I heard the stranger pacing around the apartment for a few seconds before he then stopped. I then waited for any sort of noise, but it was quiet. That's when I decided to look at the peephole to see that he hopefully had left. I picked up the COVID of the peephole and then took a look. My legs pretty much went numb as I saw a hooded figure looking straight into the peephole. He was holding the zipper of his hoodie so as to hide his face. All I could really make out was his forehead and eyes. He must have either heard me lift the COVID or my heavy breathing because right away he moved from the peephole and then said, I know you're at the door now. By this point I was pretty much shivering in fear, but I had mustered up the courage to then say I'm calling the cops man. To which he then laughed and said, yeah, sure thing big guy. He then proceeded to wipe away the door handle with a sleeve before then walking off. I understandably called the police when they came over. They had actually informed me me that I wasn't the only one. He had been doing this for at least a month and they also suspected him of at least one home invasion where a father had to chase him out of the house. I crashed in my friend's house for around a week or so after this before I felt comfortable going back into my own apartment. It's been a year and I haven't heard any new news about him. He could have been arrested by now, but as far as I know he hasn't been. I find it more than likely then he simply just moved to a different area. I'm not sure if he had any violent intent or not, but either way let's seriously never see each other again. The story takes place in a remote area of the uk, but to protect the people involved, I won't say the exact location. My friend Zara, a British Pakistani influencer, had just recently had her second child and her husband had gone away on a golf holiday, leaving her alone with the two children. She was used to being left alone as her husband often worked away from home too and would often go away on vacation with his friends, leaving her alone to take care of the children. It was a stormy October night and there was lots of thunder so it was pretty noisy. She started to feel uncomfortable as it was getting dark early and her house is fairly isolated so all the noise from outside was, well, getting to her. At around 9pm she had just finished a cup of coffee in the kitchen. The children were asleep and Zara was making sure the house was locked up for the night. She went back into the kitchen and she saw that the back door was slightly open. She started to approach it but then felt very dizzy, stumbling and she fainted. Zara slowly regained consciousness and sat on a chair in the kitchen. The first thing she was aware of was how heavily she was breathing through her nose. She felt something covering her mouth and after twisting her lips she realized it was sticky tape that was sealing her lips. Zara started to panic and tried to talk and shout but the gag around her mouth was preventing this. She struggled to move as well as she could feel. Her hands were taped together behind the chair and when she looked down she was duct taped to the chair and her feet were taped together as well. Her hard breathing popped the duct tape covering her mouth in and out. Then the lamp over her head switched on. Standing there before her was a medium built man with a hood on and a scarf covering his lower face. At this point Zara was obviously petrified and was mainly concerned for her two children sleeping upstairs. The man then said, I won't hurt you, but do you keep money in the house? Zara mumbled a no. Against the tape, the man had a large bag which he had filled with items such as Dubai jewelry from around the house. The next thing he said sent a chill up Zara's back. Don't worry, your kids are still asleep. Han went to leave through the back kitchen door and before exiting turned and said, I just want you to know I'm sorry for this. Then he left. Zara struggled for a few minutes and then eventually freed her mouth from the tape by twisting her mouth and biting on the tape. She immediately ran to check on her children who had both slept through the entire ordeal. She phoned the police and the man was eventually apprehended later that week. As mentioned, Zara has an online presence, so the man was aware of this and was aware that she was often left alone. He admitted to gaining entry to the back door and drugged her coffee, which explains why she fainted. The burglar said that he had lost his business and was in a desperate situation with the state of the economy, but that he didn't wish to harm anyone. Zara bears a strong resemblance to Kim Kardashian and the fact that she's a micro influencer is likely what gave him this idea, as a similar situation happened with Kim Kardashian just a few years earlier. Zara is a very strong, feisty young woman, so she did eventually learn to live with the situation. However, it's not something you can ever fully recover from. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the man who did this, but the feeling she had when she was in that position is something she'll never forget. Mid fall of last year I agreed to a babysitting gig as I'm known around my neighborhood as a relatively available person to watch kids. I personally don't really love kids, but I definitely think it's fun to be a mom for a couple of hours. I went over at around three to meet the parents and children who lived a few minutes away from me. I had to drive there as the road to connect our streets wasn't finished so I couldn't walk like I wanted to this is important to the story. I walked up to the door and was welcomed in and the family was kind of course three children, two older kids and a toddler who I can't remember the specific ages of, but it's not too important. The parents eventually headed out to the sports game they were going to, which I was aware was going to be several hours as they were also going to the bar after the game. So their plan was to arrive at 11 11:30pm which was fine with me as I tend to stay up later than that anyway, so the first few hours are normal. I make them dinner and we head to the basement to play and watch some movies like any other babysitter would do. It started to get dark and time had slipped my mind and as I went back upstairs I had realized how late it had gotten because the house was quite literally more windows than walls. The house had a daylight basement, so yes there were windows downstairs, but I was facing away from them so I didn't see the sky fade into the nighttime. I went upstairs and checked every single window in the house as well as all the locks, closets and any spot where someone could be hiding as I'm extremely paranoid and I also like to check for the kids because they had also mentioned me needing to scare the monsters away, which is how most kids tell you they're scared. But I was also scared. Of course. I want to mention that I'm in the top 4% of viewers for Southern Cannibal and I was thinking of this channel when the attempted break in took place. Anyways, I cleared the house of any creepers and I went back downstairs to get everyone changed and ready for bed. As I was wrapping up I had heard some neighbors dogs howling, which I wasn't too concerned about as I've babysitting pet set for the dogs and kids in that neighborhood and I knew it wasn't too much to be concerned about since there are foxes all over the yard. Since there's lots of fields and hills where I live at, I finish everything and took everyone in for bedtime and head upstairs to go have a snack since it was about 9:45 and I hadn't had dinner with the kids because I didn't want to eat all their food and I figured I'd just wait so I could raid the pantry without them asking for chips or a soda too. My favorite part of being a babysitter is of course the free food. As I headed upstairs I immediately remembered that I'd completely forgotten to lock the front door as I was so worried about checking everything else, so I quickly walked to the door and locked it. It's a modern lock, the type that you need to put a code in, but there was also a top lock for extra security, which probably saved me from a horrific night. The windows around the door are the frosty type for privacy, so I couldn't see any distinct figures, but I noticed that there was nothing abnormal out there. I walked to the bathroom to then let out my poop. I had been holding in for hours at that point. Sorry guys, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. The bathroom is almost directly behind the front door, but slightly to the side. So from the bathroom door I had a straight view onto the porch steps and a little bit of the rest of the front yard, but again no distinct figures, just blobs. I finished doing my poop, which took me a few minutes as I scrolled on Instagram reels longer than I actually shat. I opened the door and immediately I was so grateful that I had just gone to the restroom as I for sure would have shit myself in that moment if I hadn't. I see a figure outside the door and I freeze in case they can see me too moving inside. I watch as they slowly cup up their hands against the side window and I see it's a darker skinned man, which will be important in a moment. I watched him walk back down the steps and luckily I had turned every light off in the home so maybe he thought there was nobody there since my car was parked across the street so it didn't look like any cars were actually at the house I was in. As I see him move away, I go to look out the peephole of the door and I see him cross the street, do the same thing to my car and try the door handles. Within a few minutes he wanders off down into the street out of sight. There's an old folks home near the houses and I assumed it was possibly a confused elder, which has happened before in this area. I make sure everything is locked again and I go to the pantry to then grab some food when I turn around and see the little boy had come upstairs and said he saw someone in the backyard and my heart damn near stopped. I said it was just a tree or bush moving in the wind and he was definitely partially awake as when I walked him downstairs to his bed again to tuck him in, he was passed out in seconds. I then close all the curtains all the way down again when I see shoe prints in the mud by the back sliding Door. The backyards in this area are rarely ever finished since the houses are all new, so most of the landscapes are half grass, half dirt from the construction. I realized the man had probably scoped out the downstairs first and seen nothing going on and then moved upstairs to the door. I checked the peephole upstairs to see slight mud prints on the front porch where my suspicion was confirmed. As I'm looking, I see the man emerge from the side of the garage again and my stomach turns with disgust. Botany kept walking through the yards of the neighborhood, which I found extremely odd. I was thinking of calling the police, but technically he hasn't done anything wrong other than loitering maybe, but there's no cameras to see how long he's been on the property. Plus I didn't want to ruin the parents night and make them come home early. I continued eating my snack in the kitchen on the floor in the most private area of this completely windowed house where it was impossible to hide when I hear the sound of the electric lock buzzing. There's a specific sound when the door is successfully unlocked and to my horror, it makes that damn sound. I stop breathing as I crawl out of the corner and grab the first thing I see, which is a serrated knife I had used to cut up some bread earlier for sandwiches. I then realized I had slid the top lock over which prevented anyone from opening the door. Anyways, when I could still hear this freak trying to enter the house, I walked to the guest bedroom to get a better view. The front door is tucked between the guest room and garage on each side, so there was a window on the very front of the guest room that gave me a good view of the porch to see the man. This guy had the worst skin I had ever seen. Not related to his color of course, but there were deep marks from what looked like picking needles and who knows what else. I see his hair. It's these extremely grown out locks, dirty hands covered in mud, and finally no shoes. I was peeking through the blinds so the man didn't see me as his feet were pressed up towards the bottom of the door. I quickly crawled to the door again and as quickly as I could tried to cut the rubber seal off the door that keeps the weather out. As I get it off, I shove the knife under the door and start going back and forth and I hear him run off. I immediately told the parents and they were already heading home and I decided to explain to them what happened and why their door has no way to keep out the door air. Now I have no clue what this man's intentions were or if I actually got him with the knife. Months later I saw on the news of my city that a man had been charged for drug trafficking and attempted burglary in my city on other homes. I know it's wrong to keep this to myself, but I have zero evidence of this actually happening as the family hadn't set up any cameras anywhere and neither had the neighbors. Since these homes were new and nobody thought to install them or get a ring camera. Which is weird because in today's world I would never go without cameras at every entrance of my own house. I hope nobody else was seriously harmed and I hope the man has received the proper punishments and or mental help he needs. I ended up getting paid extra, but I also never got to have the snacks that I'd been eyeing down the whole evening before this disaster. Thanks for sharing all these stories to help people be more aware. It's truly helped me learn how to keep myself safe in my own home by setting up the proper alarms and cameras and also how to recognize weird or odd behaviors from others. Happy Holidays everyone. So the story happened years ago. Back in 1999, I owned a small company on the outskirts of Denver, Colorado that built custom hot rods and automobiles and did tuning jobs on them. We were a small company of roughly 30 people at the time. We didn't have an HR department and as the owner I was responsible for hiring and firing people along with running the entire company. I've only had to let a few people go over the years for various reasons, and most people would usually just suck it up and deal with it and move on. However, there was one person named Joe I will never forget. I never really liked Joe from the minute I hired him because he just seemed really sketchy. He was a skinny guy in his 40s that was missing some teeth and had scraggly black hair. However, he had extensive knowledge in rebuilding engines so he was a valuable asset to our team and he actually did a good job. However, after two years of being with us, my brother Smokey, the force supervisor, had caught Joe smoking weed in his car on break and we have a policy against that. So after lunch we brought Joe into my office and then informed him we'd be letting him go. Well, Joe totally lost it and then screamed, you'll all be sorry for this you fuckers. Before flipping my desk and storming out of the building. We ended up calling the police and when they arrived they took our statement and I gave them Joe's address. They didn't really seem to care, though, and they just left. Later that night at my house, I had started getting phone calls on my house phone. When I picked it up, it was just dead silence. Then someone started leaving messages on my answering machine, and it was just breathing. This was before caller id, so I couldn't see whose number it was. The calls continued until 2am and finally I unplugged the main phone cord at the modem. The next day, I started getting calls on my cell phone, which at the time was an old Motorola that had no screen and no voicemail, so I couldn't tell who it was. Then we had started getting calls on the company phone as well, and then threatening emails sent to my computer. It was from Joe. At this point, I notified the police of the harassment and threats, but again, the cops didn't care. I also had our company lawyer mail Joe a cease and desist letter. Over the next few weeks, the calls let up slightly, but continued. One morning I came out of my house and found that my Acura cl, the car I had at the time, had been vandalized. All four tires had been slashed. There was spray paint all over it, and the mirrors had been smashed, too. I knew who did it, but I couldn't prove it. This was before people really put cameras in their homes then. That night was when things got really bad. I was sitting in my living room watching TV and having a beer after my stressful day when suddenly I heard a loud crash from the kitchen at the back of the house. I grabbed the pistol I kept at the end table and headed to the kitchen cautiously to see what happened. And I turned on the light. That's when I saw him. Joe was climbing through the kitchen window and got in and stood up. He was holding a knife. He looked very disheveled, and he had a crazy look in his eyes. I'll kill you, he said. And then he lunged at me. I fired three shots and he dropped to the floor. I called 911 and the cop showed up 34 minutes later. The worst part was that they actually arrested me for shooting him. And the cop actually had the audacity to say I had no right to shoot anyone. Like, seriously. Joe actually ended up dying from his injuries at the hospital, as well as liver failure. And I ended up getting released and put on probation. 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It kicked off this whole zero sugar energy drink thing, but Ultra is a whole lineup now. You've got Strawberry Dreams, Blue Hawaiian Sunrise and Vice Guava, and they all bring the Monster Energy punch. So if you've been living in the White can, branch out. Ultra's got a flavor for every vibe, and every single one is Zero Sugar Tap the banner to learn more. My partner and I moved into our first apartment together toward the end of 2021. At that point, we hadn't been living together for very long, less than a year, but we had known each other since we were teenagers and we had been a couple most of that time. We were both in our early 20s, newly done with school and still figuring out adulthood. Our schedules were opposite he worked late evenings, usually getting home close to 10 or 11 at night, while I had daytime commitments a few days a week. Because he didn't drive yet, I handled most of the transportation, which meant a lot of the time alone at the apartment. I didn't mind it much. The place was quiet, surrounded by trees, and felt worlds away from the rough neighborhood we both grew up in. The building itself was enclosed, with all of the apartment doors lining along interior hallway. You needed one key just to get inside the building and another for the unit. The detail always made me feel safe. Too safe in hindsight. Most nights when he got home late, we stayed up just talking or watching TV shows. Occasionally we'd drink, laugh too much, and then fall asleep long after midnight. But one night we had decided to turn in early. No drinks, no noise, just movies. In bed, he fell asleep quickly, one earbud in like usual, listening quietly to something in the background. I stayed half awake, drifting in and out of sleep. Just after 3am I woke up suddenly at first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I heard it again. Someone pounding on our door. A woman's voice, shaky and desperate, calling out for help. She kept saying that she needed someone to let her in. My heart was racing, but my body felt frozen. Every warning story I'd ever heard ran through my mind. I'd hoped she'd move on to another door. She didn't. The knocking continued, loud and frantic, long enough to feel unbearable. My partner wasn't waking up, so I shook him hard and whispered that someone was at the door. He sat up instantly. We checked the time. It was just after 3am we then exchanged a look without saying a word. Neither of us went near that door. Suddenly, the crying stopped. Not gradually. Instantly, I heard a sharp sound in the hallway, followed by glass breaking. Seconds later, the fire alarm began blaring through the building. That's when I grabbed my phone and called 911. My hands were shaking as I explained what was happening. While I was still on the line, the dispatcher told me that help was on the way. I put our dog on her leash, unsure if we'd need to evacuate. The alarm was deafening, echoing all throughout the halls. A few minutes later, police arrived and knocked on our door, asking us to step outside. The hallway was littered with broken glass from a smash fire extinguisher case. Our dog was panicking, trying to pull away from the noise, and I ended up carrying her out to keep her from stepping on anything sharp. Outside, the entire complex was lit up with flashing lights. Firefighters, police cars, neighbors standing around half asleep and confused. Someone mentioned water flooding near another building. Another person said trash had been dumped all over the street. When an officer finally spoke to me, he asked if I'd seen the woman. I hadn't. Our door decoration blocked the peephole, making it impossible to see anyone outside anyway. He suggested that it might have just been a prank. Maybe kids messing around. I knew, though, that that didn't feel right. Nothing about it felt random to me. We weren't allowed back inside for nearly an hour while everything was being checked. By the time we returned to our apartment, neither of us slept. We sat there, just replaying it over and over. Why our door, how she got inside the building, what would have happened if we'd opened it. Even now, I still think about that night. Since then, being alone after dark makes me uneasy in a way that it never did before. It's really frustrating how just one moment, one knock, can change how a safe place feels forever. Hi, everyone. This happened several years ago, and for a long time I stopped talking about it altogether. Not because it didn't matter anymore, because people tend to respond with hindsight instead of empathy. They ask what you should have done without understanding, how fear rewires your brain in the moment. But I think people hearing this will understand. So here it is. At the time, I was living in a second floor apartment in Raleigh, North Carolina. It was a quiet area, the kind of place where neighbors waved politely but kept to themselves. I worked as a medical assistant in a small clinic, and my schedule usually had me home by early evening. That afternoon I came home just after 5pm I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and let it close behind me with a dull click. I tossed my purse on the counter, set my phone beside it, and kicked off my shoes. I didn't bother locking the door, something I'd done countless times before without a second thought. My partner was supposed to be home within the hour away. That habit ended that day. I walked down the hallway toward the bedroom, sorting laundry and half listening to the hum of the traffic outside. I was in the middle of hanging up clothes when I had heard the front door open. I smiled instinctively and called out, hey, I'm back here. There was no response. That uneasy feeling, the one you can't quite explain, settled in immediately. I stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room. Someone was standing near the kitchen counter. He wasn't masked. He wasn't holding anything. He was just there. A man that I'd never seen before, older than me, watching me silently like I had surprised him. For a brief, foolish moment, I wondered if he had the wrong apartment. That thought vanished when he didn't apologize or more move. I raised my voice and I told him immediately that he needed to leave. I tried to sound confident, tried to make myself bigger than I felt. He didn't react. Instead, he reached down and picked up my phone, then my wallet, then my keys, one by one, calmly, like he had all the time in the world. That was when panic really took over. The only other way I could contact anyone was my laptop sitting on the desk by the window. I rushed toward it, grabbed it, and ran past him toward the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and locked it just as I heard footsteps behind me. Within seconds, the handle rattled. I ran into the closet, locked that door, too, and dropped to the floor. My hands were shaking so badly I almost couldn't open the laptop. I logged into the first messaging app I could think of and sent frantic messages to my partner, begging him to call the police. He replied quickly. He said help was on the way he said that he was leaving work also. I sat there, knees pulled into my chest, listening. The bathroom door opened. Footsteps moved closer. The closet door shook violently, then stopped. I didn't scream. I didn't cry out. I didn't fight. I was frozen. Completely, utterly frozen, convinced that if the door gave way, that would be the end. Now, usually when people hear this part, they often ask why I didn't do more. I don't have a satisfying answer. Fear doesn't always look like action. Sometimes it looks like stillness. The noises moved away. I heard things breaking. Cabinets opening, glass shattering. Time stretched and warped until I had no idea how long I'd been there. I messaged my mother. She lives states away. I told her I loved her. I asked her to keep replying, even if I couldn't respond right away. I didn't want to be alone. Eventually, the front door opened again, this time followed by shouting. I recognized my partner's voice. Moments later, everything blurred. I remember the intruder being restrained. I remember sitting on the floor, shaking uncontrollably. I remember the police lights through the windows. The officers arrived way later than I expected, though I know fear distorts time. They took the man away and I got my belongings back. I answered questions mechanically. As one officer was leaving, he told me that I should always lock my door. At the time, it felt like blame. Later, I just understood it was experience speaking. The incident itself lasted less than an hour. The aftermath lasted years. Even after we moved to a quieter town, to a safer building, to a place with only one entrance, I couldn't sleep. Every sound felt threatening. Every night felt like I was waiting for something terrible to just happen again. Eventually, I realized that the fear wasn't about where I lived. It was about how helpless I still felt. So I did something uncomfortable. I walked into a self defense studio and signed up. At first, I stayed quiet. I stood in the back. I avoided attention. But over time, slowly and deliberately, I rebuilt something I thought I'd lost forever. My confidence, control. Trust in myself. I've trained for years now. The person I was in that closet still exists. But she no longer defines me. I don't judge her anymore. She survived the only way she knew how. And now I know more. If you've experienced something like this and you still feel haunted by it, I want you to know you're not weak and you're not broken. Healing doesn't look the same for everyone. And there's no timeline for it. Thank you all for listening. If sharing this helps even one person feel less Alone. Then it was worth it. Stay safe. This is still the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. What haunts me isn't just what occurred, but how narrowly I avoided something far worse. Sometimes I replay it in my head and realize that a single different choice, a single second longer, and I might not be here to tell this story at all. This happened about four years ago. It was when I was in my early 20s and still in university. On paper, my life was stable. I lived in a quiet neighborhood most people considered safe. Tree lined streets, families out walking in the evenings. Nothing that ever made the news. I shared a modest apartment with my younger cousin, and we had an aging, spoiled cat who believed the entire building belonged to him. Growing up, I'd always loved combat sports. I wasn't exceptional, but I was committed. I trained in whatever was available. Boxing, jiu jitsu, a bit of karate. Anything that taught me discipline and awareness. Training gave me confidence in my body and my reactions. But when I moved to the city for school, reality took over. Long commutes, endless coursework, late nights. Slowly, training slipped out of my routine until it became something I told myself I'd get back to someday. Our apartment just sat above ground level. The back of the building faced a neglected strip of greenery, a tangled mess of trees and brush that separated our building from an old service road. There was a narrow metal staircase attached to our kitchen balcony that led straight down into the shadow. It wasn't something I liked to think about, but we always kept that door locked. Always. Except when the cat wanted out. My days were exhausting. I left home late in the morning and often didn't return until after dark. So when a friend offered to drive me home one evening, cutting my commute in half, I was relieved. I arrived much earlier than usual, just as the sky was dimming into dusk. The building felt strangely still. I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and called out my cousin's name out of habit. No answer. This wasn't unusual. He was often out and doing things. But something about the silence felt heavy, like the air itself was so tense. Only one lamp was on near the entryway. The rest of the apartment was dark. I remember pausing, my hand still on the door, listening. Nothing yet. My stomach tightened. That familiar, instinctive warning that something wasn't right. I moved slowly down the hallway toward the bedrooms. That's when I heard it. A door slammed hard enough to echo throughout the apartment. It came from my cousin's room. At first, my mind scrambled for a normal explanation. You know, maybe he'd been Showering and just panicked when he heard me come in. Maybe he was playing some kind of a prank. But then I heard voices. Low, hurried whispers. Not playful, not familiar. They sounded urgent. Pressed, my heart started pounding. I became painfully aware of every sound I made. The creak on the floor, my own breathing. Before I reached his door, I glanced into my bedroom. It looked like a bomb had gone off. My drawers were pulled out, clothes scattered everywhere. Books lay face down on the floor. My desk was bare, as if someone had swept everything off of it in one violent motion. That was the moment everything clicked. Someone had been inside my home. Fear didn't freeze me. It flipped a switch. I didn't think. I didn't calculate risks. My body just moved. Before my brain could catch up, I slammed my shoulder into my cousin's bedroom door with everything I had. The door burst open. The room was empty but destroyed. Mattress askew, closet torn apart, belongings strewn everywhere. Whoever had been whispering moments ago was gone. I sprinted toward the kitchen, adrenaline roaring in my ears, and threw open the balcony door. Just in time, I saw a man scrambling down the metal staircase. He stumbled when he hit the ground, almost collapsing before regaining his balance. He looked ordinary. That's what terrified me most. No mask, no weapon. Just a regular man who had been rifling through my life moments earlier. I screamed raw, furious, wordless. And he bolted into the darkness beyond the trees. He was gone. The adrenaline drained fast, replaced by shaking panic. Then I realized what was missing. It was my laptop. I tore through the apartment in a frenzy, sobbing, pulling things apart that were already destroyed. Now, that laptop wasn't just an object. It held my schoolwork, my personal files, my connection to my friends that I talked to every day. Losing it felt like I was losing my footing entirely. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath, my hands numb. I called my mom. I don't remember what I said, only that she kept asking me to slow down. Later, she told me that my words were all jumbled, switching languages mid sentence without warning, the police arrived. Eventually. They asked questions, took notes. I looked around. Their presence felt hollow, like a formality rather than protection. That's when we found it. A pillowcase stuffed with our belongings, abandoned in the chaos. Both laptops, jewelry, and old electronics inches away from where I'd been searching unseen. Because my mind was still spiraling, nothing ever came out of the investigation. We removed the staircase and installed motion lights. I tried to rebuild a sense of safety, but something fundamental had shifted. For months afterward, every shadow made my muscles tense, every unfamiliar face near my bus Stop Sparked irrational fear and anger. I caught myself scanning crowds, replaying the scene, imagining what I would do if I ever saw that man again. Eventually, we moved and I went back to training. Not because I believed I could overpower danger, but because I refused to live feeling helpless. Training grounded me. It gave me some kind of control over my breath, my reactions, and my fear. It reminded me that strength doesn't disappear. It just waits to be reclaimed. Sometimes I still think about that awful night. About how thin that door was. How easily my blind courage could have gotten me killed. And yet, if I'm honest, I know myself. I probably would have charged in anyway to whoever decided my home was an easy target. You took something away from me that night. My sense of safety. But you didn't take my resolve. And if our paths ever cross again, I promise you I won't be the same person you ran from. Before I begin, this story mentions domestic violence and alcoholism. So if you don't want to hear it, be sure to skip this story. This happened to me two years ago. A little context before starting the story is that at this time in my life I had been married for almost a year with my husband Vic. Our marriage was anything but happy at this point. He had been beating me for months now. We were both raging alcoholics, just living off our savings and living in a house that Vic's mom owned so we didn't have to pay any rent. We just stayed home and drank all day and slept or whatever while we were all drunk off our butts. So since there was so much violence going on in the home, I would lock him out of the house. A lot of the time he would just kick them in. We only had the front and a side door. The side door recently got the frame fixed so it's the only one that is actually locked. The front door was all messed up so we used an anti break indoor stick that goes under the handle for security or a sense of it. Anyway, the story starts out on an early Sunday morning around 11am Vic and I have been up all night from the night before, drinking and just being wild. We were sitting on the living room floor drinking beer, the TV was really loud, playing music when all of a sudden we heard someone knocking on the front door. We got scared thinking it could be his mom looking for him or maybe the cops because I don't really remember if we did anything crazy last night or anything. Then the knocking turns into someone trying to open the handle and push the door to try and open it. At this point we're just like, okay, it has to be his mom. We texted her asking if it was her. She said that she was at work. Vig carefully looked through the curtains to see who it was. It was some random tall, tan and lanky middle aged man with brown hair. The town we lived in is super small and we were born and raised there. We know every single person in town and they know us. I immediately started freaking out, wondering who the hell that man was. I finally looked out the curtain to try and get a picture of him and to see him myself. I was so scared. But as soon as I looked out, he started walking down the porch steps. I told Vic to run and to make sure that he doesn't try to kick in the side door. The guy was nowhere in the front to be seen. I started going around all the windows on every side of the house searching for him. There's no way he got away that fast. I went towards the back of the house in the kitchen and looked out the window. I saw him walking through our backyard and across the alley. The worst part being that Vic's mom's house is across the alley. She wasn't home and she always leaves her garage door open, which leads to a sliding door to get into her home. I was totally freaking out because our son was over at her house with Vic's frail stepdad and teenage sister. We called her and we told her to tell Vic's stepdad to make sure to lock the door. She said that no one could see anyone suspicious, but that the garage was closed. Now. About 30 minutes passed. I couldn't relax. I was terrified. Why was that man trying to get into our house? My car was out in the driveway, so surely he must have assumed someone was home. Not to mention the loud TV you could probably hear from outside too. I told Vic I wanted to go for a drive to see if we could locate the man and call him into the police as a suspicious person. But I was just scared that he might be watching the house from somewhere. And what if he got in somehow if we left? We left Vic's phone on a FaceTime to call me in the living room to hear if any sounds were made. While we were out, we drove around a couple of blocks. Then we saw him. He was walking around trying people's door handles. I was terrified. I followed him down one street. He panicked once he saw that. I watched him try at least three different houses. I was just so in shock. I was drunk and with my husband, who I'm not supposed to legally be with. And driving. I was really scared to call 911. Then the guy ran back to our street, but was still a couple of blocks away from our house. I just followed behind him slowly to not lose him. We saw him go to some old man's house. We know, since we walk by his house a lot, we know his adult son is usually there. But that day his truck wasn't in the driveway, Just the old man's red Dodge Ram. The random man walked right into the old man's home. After seeing it was unlocked and that we were still following him, my heart dropped. What if he did something to the old man? They could rob him, kill him, anything. I told Vic to go knock on the door to get the old man's attention. I parked a house away and Vic ran up to the old man's door immediately knocking frantically. I saw the random man and the old man come out of the house. They all stood outside on the porch talking for about five minutes. I saw the old man making a call and the random man was too. I just watched nervously. After about 10 minutes, I saw the random guy just walking away from the the house, Allegedly still on his phone. As soon as he was a house away from where I was parked, Vic came to the car. I asked him what was going on and if the old man knew the random man. He said the old man was extremely confused as to why the random man was in his home. He had never seen him before either. Once Vic explained to him why he came to warn him of the guy entering his house. The old man was going to call the police. But the random man's excuse was that he's not from the area, but was doing a job around here and that he broke down in his company truck. So the reason he was going around trying to go into houses was because he was looking for his friend's house that he worked with. Who said that his house would be open, but that he just didn't know which house it was. But of course, that just sounds extremely ridiculous and false. The old man then asked him what company he worked for for so he could call them and tell them to get him. He gave some random company name. The old man started searching numbers online to call the company. And that's when the random man got on his phone and then walked away from the old man's house, Allegedly calling his friend who he said could go to his house. I told Vic to go ask the old man if he would be fine now and ask him if he wanted us to call 911 and if he would need any help with anything else. The old man thanked Vic for coming to warn him and that he would be calling the police and making sure that they found the guy. We just decided to go back home after that. I never got back with the old man for an update and I never heard anything else about the strange random man being arrested on the local police facebook. The last thing I heard was that Vic's mom saw someone that matched our description of them walking on the highway out of town town. I'm really glad that he wasn't able to get into our house and I'm glad that we warned the old man about him going into his house. I was scared for weeks after this incident and I made Vic finally fix our front door, but I was always still scared that he would come back one day since we were the ones that saw him. Zootopia 2 has come home to Disney Plus. Let's go get ready for a new case. We're the greatest partners of all time. New friends Gary the Snake and your last name the Snake Dream Team. The New Habitats Zootopia has a secret reptile population. You can watch the record breaking phenomenon at home. Zootopia 2 now available on Disney Plus. Rated PG and right now you can get Disney plus and Hulu for just $4.99 a month for three months with a special limited time offer ends March 24th. After three months, Plan Auto renews at 1299amonth. Terms apply. 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I was sitting upstairs in the game room with my now ex boyfriend when two guys with blue bandanas around their faces walked inside holding handguns, they asked yo, where's the stuff? In return, my ex just laughed and asked what stuff? There was an empty shotgun sitting beside one of the two men and one of them turned around and grabbed it, hitting my ex square in the face. Afterwards they forced us to go downstairs and lay on our stomachs. I had a guy on me with a knee on my back and one right below my butt, tapping the guy a gun to my head the entire time. As they searched the home, they took my phone along with other items throughout the house. They did leave for about five minutes before we heard the doors being busted down again and the windows breaking. They came back for round two. We all fell back to the ground as one of the men stepped on my ex's face where he had been hit, stating that he was lucky he hadn't been shot. They then grabbed even more more items and left again. I was able to find my car keys before they came back the second time and kept them with me for the second encounter. After they left, my ex and I ran to my car as quickly as possible and then left for the hospital. By the time we had left the home we were both covered in blood and as when laying on the ground, my ex was bleeding horribly from the shotgun wound to his face. I'll never forget that night, the feeling of somebody else having your life in their hands, selfishly being covered in someone else's blood and how it felt sitting alone in the hospital waiting room as I was left to soak in the thoughts of what had just occurred. This happened back in 2017. I want to start off by saying that I'm very well off in my life and I live in a very nice house and own lots of very expensive cars and other stuff. I used to be very active on social media including YouTube and I posted a lot of photos and videos of things showing them off. I never really bragged about anything. I'm not a snob, but I did show off a lot of my very expensive cars. One thing any youtuber can tell you is that you tend to attract lots of different types of people, trolls, karens, stalkers, and some people that have really bad intentions. I'll admit at the time I wasn't too careful about some of the things that I posted and that's likely what caused this to happen. At the time this happened I lived in an older single story house surrounded by woods on two sides. Anyway, it was late one evening around 11pm and I was sitting in my living room watching TV. All of a sudden I heard a loud bang and I looked over to see the wooden back door by the kitchen getting kicked in and literally falling off its hinges. And then four masked men with guns drawn walking over to me. I was frozen with fear. Give us all the keys to your cars. One of them demanded. I didn't need to be told twice. I walked with them to the bedroom where I kept my safe and unlocked it and gave them the keys, feeling utterly defenseless at the time. After I did, I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. The next thing I remember was waking up and then seeing blood on my carpet. I looked at the clock and it was now 4am I picked up the phone on my end table and called 911. The sheriff and ambulance took about 35 minutes to arrive because I was so far away from them. While I was in the ambulance getting treated, I had made a report with the sheriff. Strangely, only two of my cars had been taken and they weren't even the most expensive ones. It really made no sense at all. The sheriff said that they might come back some other time so they would have a deputy watch my house while I was in the hospital. I ended up spending a full day in the hospital with a concussion. One of the men had hit me in the back of the head with their gun, it seems. Later that week I had a whole new security system installed on my house and a security gate put at the end of my driveway. After that I was a lot more careful about what I posted online and a couple of years later I pretty much stopped using social media completely for many other various reasons. I've also since moved from that house, so for any social media influencers out there, just be careful of what you post online. Things travel like wildfire and you never know who's watching. I'm an 18 year old man from Scotland and the story happened just over a year ago in June of 2023 and it isn't the scariest story out there, but it's definitely given me PTSD that will never leave me. I'll have to explain a little bit of background for this to make sense. Apologies if the story's a bit longer, but there's a lot of ins and outs so here goes. At 16 I was kicked out of my house due to an altercation with my stepdad, so I lived in a homeless unit whom put me in a flat of my own in a rather dangerous area. My flat was filled with drug addicts and overall just really sketchy people. Anyways, after staying in the flat for a few months with my girlfriend, the police had come to our door asking for someone who we will call Frank for this story. He's still out walking the streets and could definitely still be a danger to me and my girlfriend. We told the police we didn't know who he was and that was that. A few days later we got a chap at our door again and it was a man, maybe about 20ish. He told us he'd just moved in next door and we were chatting away. I just so happened to say to him, oh, by the way, the police have been at my door looking for this Frank guy. And of course he turned around and then said, yeah, that's me. My blood ran cold. But we just kinda laughed it off. A month or two goes by and we've spoken to him a few times. We can clearly see that he's not someone we want to be around as he's had the police at his door. He's also had his door getting kicked in by people. And he always seemed to have really young girls in his house. We didn't know what extent this was until way after. Anyways, one day he invited us into his house since he could hear our music as we were getting drunk and he told us he was doing the same and his ex girlfriend was going to be coming up so we should all go sit in his house. This is the point where we should have really listened to our gut feeling and not followed. But we were drunk and it seemed like a good idea at the time. We went in and everything was fine. Then he told us the story about his ex girlfriend had stabbed him and set his house on fire, killing his pets and stuff. So obviously at this point we were really uncomfortable just thinking, oh God, who's this crazy lassie that's gonna walk in here who knows when. Then walks this tiny skinny little girl who looked like an actual child. I felt sick instantly, but that's a situation you can't exactly just up and leave. So we stayed for a bit, learning a bit more about her. It wasn't until she turned around to me and then said, aren't you my friend's big brother? I'm friends with her in school and she actually said the name of my little sister. My heart sank instantly as my little sister at the time was only 14, meaning this girl had to be around the same age and this man was 20 if not older. We eventually asked what age she was and she told us 15, to which he then interrupted and then said, no, you're 16. And this is where it all started going downhill. He started seeming a bit off. He was getting more and more aggressive. At one point, he had pulled the little girl who will call Sophie out into the hallway and then they were arguing when all of a sudden we heard a couple of bangs and a thud. Then they both walked back in and Sophie was clearly shaken up. Then the next minute he had left us three in his flat and came back with random bits of furniture. No, we didn't even question him on it because he was at this point, bright red with rage. That was coming from nowhere. And just everything he was saying was so aggressive. We didn't want to become the target of this. I forgot to mention that there was a dog in the house. And every so often Frank would turn around to us and then go, you know, if I really wanted to, I could kill that dog. At this point, my girlfriend and I and even Sophie were just kind of looking at each other. And Sophie was on the verge of tears, pleading with him to stop going and getting this furniture, which turned out to be from the flat downstairs. He had kicked the door in. He also stole the dog and then furniture and was just bringing it to his house. I can't remember what he said, but he had snapped at my girlfriend and she then stood up and said we were leaving because she wasn't taking this anymore. Sophie turned around and started crying, pleading with us to take her with us. So of course we did, as we weren't going to leave this little girl in the house with this crazy man acting like that boy, was this a butterfly effect. On the next year, we all got up and tried to leave when he then followed us up his hall and was grabbing Sophie, trying to get us to leave her, saying we were stealing his bird. Bird means girlfriend for all the non Scots out there. During all this commotion, the dog had ran out of his house and ran into ours because he was terrified. So obviously I decided to keep the dog for the night, as it wasn't even his dog. Anyway, I'll cut that part short as there's still so much more. But at the end of that night, we had to take Sophie home on a train and he literally followed us right to our doorstep. We had to call the police and everything as he literally wouldn't leave us alone. Then, not even a week later, my girlfriend and I are getting drunk, because what else can you do when your life is that damn stressful? That's when we started hearing banging from outside. We looked through the peephole and there's drawers and TVs and things being flung about our landing. Then we look out our window and there's the same crab being flung out the window into the car park. This goes on for about 20 minutes and then it just goes silent. So we kinda just forget about it and just continue getting drunk. A little while later we hear a door banging open and shut and then crying and shouting. So we go look through the peephole again and it's Sophie. She's bleeding from her legs. She's red everywhere, like early bruising. Her bra is halfway out her top and she only has one shoe on. Then this big man appears who I've seen before and I know that he stays down below us. He looked like he was on drugs. His pupils were like saucers and his jaw was swinging. He had no shirt on and was at least in his late 20s. He was grabbing onto Sophie and trying to get her to go back with him. So we flung the door open and as soon as she saw us, she ran over to my girlfriend and then grabbed onto her, hugging her and sobbing. When I looked at her, she looked at me and she was mouthing help me. To me. This man then told us that he was Frank's friend and that he was looking after her because she had nowhere to stay, which clearly wasn't the case. So we kind of just went back and forward with him saying that she was going to come home with us and that was that. That's when Sophie then ran into my house and then collapsed right in my hallway, having a panic attack, which is when he tried to come into my house. Now I weigh about 130 pounds and I'm only like 5 foot 3. I'm not big in any way, shape or form and so I'm not really intimidating in the slightest. But I stood in front of him and pushed him back out of my doorway, to which he then responded, alright, big man, calm down. Then he left. We gave Sophie some food to eat and she told us what happened. Three addicts from down the stairs that took her into the house. They took her phone and called her dad saying they were her friend's dad and that she was staying there for the night. That's when they then locked her in the house, assaulted her multiple times and wouldn't let her leave. She then ran when she got the chance and then ran to our landing hoping we'd hear her. And thank God we did, because in that flat block no one ever helps anyone. Anyways, the police came and Took her to the hospital and that was that. Or so we thought. A few days go by and me and my girlfriend are sitting at our house. We had just ordered some Chinese food and my gut is telling me that we can't stay in that flat anymore. I felt sick to my stomach. Every noise set us off. We were an absolute mess. So we just waited on the food coming. And while doing that, we collected all of our expensive or meaningful belongings, which was the hardest thing ever because we thought we'd never get our stuff back. We took our two birds, called my nana and she came and got us all because we had a horrible feeling in our gut. Fast forward the next day and I'm at work when I get a no caller ID phone call. And as soon as I see it, I just knew it was the police. I answered and hysterically started asking them if my house had been broken into, to which they then replied with, would you be able to make your way home right now? Confirming my theory, I then called my Nana to pick me up from work as I didn't arrive at the time. Again, I was only 17 when this happened. We got to the flat and there were police officers in my house. The whole handle and lock from inside the door was lying in my hallway. There were bin bags that had been poured all over my first room in my hallway. My TVs were all smashed, old phones were stolen, my girlfriend's jewelry box had been destroyed and things stolen from it. There were also knives and screwdrivers stabbed into the doors. One of the worst things though, was a canvas of my girlfriend and three of her little brothers. One who sadly passed away when he was just a baby. Now, Frank knew this because we'd spoken about it that night and only one of the babies had a load of stab holes through him. My whole house was destroyed. Everything we'd worked so hard to build together was just gone. Everything they could break, they broke. Obviously, we knew exactly who it had to be. It was Frank and his friends because one, the canvas only Frank knew about, and two, we had just saved Sophie from the other guys who ended up being arrested but let back out. So there you have it. One thing to take away from this story is always, and I mean always, trust your gut. This really worked out for us in the long run as we now have a much nicer flat in a much nicer area near my family and we're in so much of a better place. But sadly, we still see Frank around town as he hangs out about within the same area as us. A Constant reminder of exactly what happened and what our own stupid decisions caused. So about 12 years ago, I was 9 years old and I was home alone with my 12 year old brother. We were supposed to go at my aunt's house to have lunch and wait for my mother there. We always did that because we were too young to stay home alone, according to my mom. We got up at 10.30am I took a shower and then my brother. After that, we were both in the bathroom, just brushing our teeth and finishing up, when we heard someone knocking on our door. Since every time someone knocked on our door they turned out to be a salesman or Jehovah's Witness, we kind of just waited for them to go away. After a couple of minutes, I went to see if they were still outside through the window, but no one was there. What a relief. We continued getting ready when we saw a shadow go by through the bathroom window, which was kind of like a small square made with that kind of glass that makes everything behind it really blurry. We waited and watched just in case it was a bird flying by. When I hand hit it, clear as day. We got scared and we didn't know what to do. My brother had his cell phone, so he immediately called the police. While it was ringing, we had heard a loud bang at the door. Someone was brute forcing it. I don't know if they were kicking it or ramming it or what, but it was one of the most frightening things I've ever heard. My brother told me to lock the bathroom door and so I did. It took five bangs until the perpetrator could finally bash open the door. Then the police answered. I remember the exact thing that my brother said. He was whispering. His voice could barely be heard. Hello? There's someone in our house. I think they're stealing. Then a pause. We're at our house. And he proceeded to give our address. Then another pause. I'm with my little brother locked in our bathroom. Please hurry. While all that was being said, I was sitting against the wall hugging my knees. It was one of the most nerve wracking experiences ever. I could hear the man going through all of our stuff, emptying stands, going up and down the stairs, opening cabinets. He even broke a few cups and plates. I don't know why. I then heard the sound my cell phone makes when it turns off. And I remembered that I left it on the kitchen table. I felt so stupid for leaving it there. Things continued for a couple of minutes. When we heard him trying to open the door to the bathroom, my brother got ahold of a big metal rod that we had laying around there, he started kicking the door. Who the hell's in there? The man screamed. We said nothing in return. Then he kicked again and again. I felt like I was about to have an anxiety attack. My chest started to ache and I had chills and was really hot. I tried to remain calm, but it was just way too much. After that, he stopped. We heard the door opening and then silence. We waited for almost 10 minutes before going out of the bathroom. The living room was a total mess. Lots of papers and books all over the floor. The cabinets were wide open. Cups and plates all over the floor as well. At our mother's bedroom, the nightstand and the closet were fully open and everything inside of them was all over the place. Upstairs in our room, it was the same thing. In just about five minutes, the man was able to go through everything we had and left a total mess. After that, my brother called my mom and she ordered us to go to my aunt's house asap. So we did. When we got there, I was a little more relaxed. My aunt was waiting for us with ice cream. Probably because my mom told her everything that happened and she wanted to calm us down a bit. We went back home at about 5pm My mom told her boss that she had a home emergency, so she left work early. She tidied up the house, cleaned up and left everything the way it was before so it could be relaxed. I really appreciated her and my aunt's efforts to calm us down and do everything they could so that we didn't have to think about it. According to my mom, the police got home after she arrived at 3pm, four hours after the incident. She explained everything that happened, but because of lack of evidence, nothing could be done. The man was never caught and honestly, I don't think they even tried to search for him. The next few days, my mom was home with us. I now tell the story as a funny anecdote. Luckily, no one was hurt and he only took useless stuff. But at the time, I was really scared. To a nine year old child, an experience like that can have serious repercussions. I'm really lucky that it never came to that and that I got over it after a couple of weeks. I do want to mention a few more details before I end this. You may be wondering why it took four hours for the police to get there. My house is located on the far side of the city. But most importantly, the police in my country just suck. If you ask around, chances are plenty of people that have called the police had to wait for hours. Back then, news about how long it took for them to respond were commented. In fact, one of the reasons for the 2019 Chilean protests was the dislike for the police labor. Fortunately, things are now getting better and trust for the police, while still fragile, is improving. So yeah, that's my story. I'm a 21 year old female and the story actually took me about four full days to type out. I got weird many anxiety attacks when I tried. I'll be the first to admit that I've had a very that can't happen to me complex and that's kind of what occurred in this story. I'm a university student and I live in a rental house with five other people. It's far from ideal, but in this housing outcry that we're living in, it takes that sting off of us having to pay a bunch of money a month to exist in a box. This has relevance. I swear I got extremely lucky last weekend when the five of the roommates I had were all out for the weekend. This has never happened, so I was really ecstatic to have the house to myself. I did the whole 21 year old girl home alone stuff that you can think of. Watching movies with the volume loud, taking long ass showers, walking around the house without a bra. You get the point. It was around 10pm I had finished some homework and was relaxing with a glass of wine and watching some streaming services. It sounded briefly like there was something moving on the porch. We've had a fox in our yard before and the thing used to make a lot of noise on our porch, so I assumed that to be the case. After hearing some fumbling the second time, I went over to check through the window. There was nothing there. As I'm turning to head back to the living room, a piece of cement flies through our kitchen window. I didn't know it was cement at the time, but that's not important. I think I paid myself a little bit when it happened, but I definitely screamed like a little girl. My moronic ass started unlocking the door to go outside, but common sense seized control of me again and I locked the door back immediately. I also ran to the back door just to make sure it was still locked even though it's glass and wouldn't even make a difference. Oddly enough at this time, my grandma's words came right into my head about something her own mother had told her. If someone tries breaking into your house, turn the lights off. You know the inside of your house better than they do I shut the lights off in the living room and managed to turn the TV off, which was hard because my hands were shaking. My dad used to give me and my siblings advice on protection measures which were not resonating at this time. I secured myself in my upstairs bedroom. Roast me if you want. And I turned all the lights out in the house as I passed them while walking up the stairs, I could hear the doorknob shaking furiously from the front door. I don't know if there was more than one person or if they realized they couldn't jump the fence to get into the backyard. While calling for emergency services on speaker, I secured my hunting knife to the end of my hockey stick with hot pink duct tape. I know that's probably one of the most Canadian things I could say. If I was going to have to use it, at least I would look fabulous. I stayed in the dark holding my makeshift spear for what was probably about 15 minutes. I'm really glad that I wasn't being murdered in that amount of time. The operator then told me that the police were coming, which they eventually did. They took a very unsettling amount of time. The only reason I left the bedroom in the first place was because I heard knocking on the door downstairs and the police lights were flashing through the window. Otherwise someone would have had to come in and physically pull me out of that room. A statement was given, but that's all they did. Literally all they did. Nothing else literally. Just that a very nice female officer stayed with me in the house and helped me clean up the glass until my brother showed up to bring me to his place for the rest of the weekend, which I was very grateful for. So shout out to the officer cutie with the tattoos. I made an appointment with the doctor to get out on anxiety medicine as well as medicine for nightmares. I know that I wasn't in any physical danger, but I've had some very charming dreams about similar scenarios and I was just finding it easier to stay awake. Maybe that's juvenile of me, but I'm human meds are working fine and I'm back at my house with wall to wall people again. And honestly, I don't hate that so much anymore. This was during the summer of 2018. I don't remember what day it was, but I remember that it was late June. School had just ended and I was elated to hang out with friends and relax after a tough year of grade 11. I liked being home just like any kid that goes to school, but especially because I was failing my family and I Lived in this very small town. I spent my whole life there. And although I liked how quiet it was, I was pretty far from my friends. A very lonely town. Mostly all of the residents were old, so you'd barely see anyone on the streets. Maybe the odd kid once in a while, but it was pretty desolate. My oldest brother had a pretty crazy girlfriend in our town. She was our neighbor's granddaughter. She pulled the usual manipulation tactics and luckily my brother didn't fall for it and broke up with her. But as you could imagine, that wasn't the end of her. She and her friends ended up egging our house to hell. I'm talking about dozens of eggs, which took my dad forever to clean up. A few weeks later she left, back to her own town. So we never got the chance to confront her. My mom was pretty shaken at this, so we decided to install cameras and light motion sensors around our house. Now my town had the odd weirdo. This one older guy that's now dead used to stalk my mom whenever she was working out from our backyard fence. She would catch him peering into the windows and she noticed that he would go for walks every time she would work out. So she stopped. Anyway, it was June and my brother had just gotten accepted into a college and he was planning to play for the team. So for about six days my mom, dad and brother went out to help him get situated with the college. So now it was just me and my 18 year old brother all alone in our house. The reason my mom was so okay with this was because something like our house getting egged hadn't happened in a long time. My biggest fear actually is home robberies. It's just really scary for a place you feel so safe in can change in such an instant. It was about four more days until my mom and dad were back home and everything was going fine. Until it wasn't. It was about 1 2am I don't remember exactly and I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching a movie on my laptop, being the nocturnal child that I was. The blinds were shut so I couldn't see outside until I noticed a white light barely beaming through the blinds and it was moving. I was confused at first, so I naturally went to see what it was through my kitchen window. My heart stopped when I saw two unidentifiable silhouettes of people with a flashlight behind my house, shining it on the windows. I naturally went and woke up my brother and told him what was happening. He brushed me off, saying it was probably just some people taking A nighttime walk. I believed him, thinking it could be reasonable, but it just felt off. They were pointing it at our house and not any other house. I went back upstairs and they were gone. I deeply sighed and felt relieved, although now there was no way I was going to sleep now. I sat there for about half an hour trying to sleep when our camera service gave me a notification on my phone saying it caught motion in our front yard. I was trembling with fear as I slowly checked the footage. I just kept saying to myself it was just a car. And I was right. But I really wish I wasn't. I watched the footage as a white Ford slowly drove past the front of our house. And when I mean slowly, I mean like turtle slow until they eventually passed. There's no way they're driving that slow for no reason, I thought. So again I went and showed my brother the footage, who was now annoyed that I woke him up for the second time. But this time he actually looked unnerved by this footage and he gave me a terrified look. How many times have they passed our house? He asked with a shakiness to his voice. They only passed by just once. Or that I know of, I told him. My brother got up and locked all the doors, something we don't have to do at night here because of how safe our town was. Another 20 minutes minutes had passed and me and my brother were watching the windows. He was watching the backyard while I was watching the front. Then of course, the Ford passed the front of our house again slowly until it stopped dead center at the front of our house. Then it hit me. They don't think anyone's home, I said to my brother. That's what it had to be. None of our cars were there because my mom didn't trust me and my brother going somewhere while they weren't home. My brother came running over. And that's when it happened. Three men came out of the parked truck, slowly approaching the house. Then I realized what was happening. When one had a pistol, my brother pushed me away from the door in a panic. Holy crap. We're being robbed. He yelled. It made it even more scary because I could hear the panicked fear in his voice. My brother, someone who wasn't really terrified of anything, left, looked that scared and it petrified me. I ran back into the living room where I could hear our back door knob being rustled vigorously. My brother grabbed a kitchen knife and ushered me and him under the kitchen table. It went quiet. A deafening quiet. The silence was loud and all you could hear was me and my brother's short, panicked breath. The front steps leading up to our door began to creak under the weight of footsteps. It was so quiet that I could hear it. The silence was broken when a brick came flying through our front door window. I was overwhelmed with fear, wanting to scream. I bit down on my tongue so hard that it started bleeding. My heart was in my throat. They were in. I thought we had wooden floors so the floor would creak whenever someone would step on it. I glanced at my brother who had put a finger up to his mouth telling me to be quiet. Tears were now streaming down my face. What if they find us? A deep voice then lurched out. All good. No one's here. The light for the kitchen flicked on as I saw a man's feet from under the table. The deck, My brother whispered. He was right. Our kitchen table was right next to the door of our deck. Two more men came bustling up the stairs. We gotta move fast. Check the whole house and get back out to the truck as soon as possible. Don't take too long, one man said to the other. One of the men went back downstairs while the other two stayed upstairs. I could hear trash bags being unfolded. My brother waited until they were out of the kitchen when he started quietly unlatching the deck door. It's unlocked, he said. Move fast. I nodded. He quickly unlocked the door and ran out. I followed. Without hesitation. He leaped off the deck out of the two story house. I hesitated until I then heard what the hell being yelled out. I jumped on my landing. My ankle kind of twisted. Funny, there was so much adrenaline that it didn't even hurt until later. My brother and I ran blindly through the dark until we got to a well lit street and then we hid in some construction outhouses until morning. It was about an hour into the night when my ankle got a really sharp and persistent pain. I actually ran on a broken ankle. It was the most painful night of my life, but I had somehow managed to get some sleep. It was about 7am when my brother woke me up telling me they were gone. He helped me get back to the house. When we called the police, it would take a while for them to get there because we lived in such a remote town. A lot of things were missing. My phone, my laptop, all my mom's jewelry and all old valuables that she had in a china cabinet. My brother's wallet was missing, but mine wasn't. Eventually, two police officers showed up to tell us that there was nothing they could do except drive me to the hospital. It didn't even make the news. Go figure. This happened several years ago. I was home alone one evening when I had heard a knock at the back door. This confused me, as no one ever used that door. My husband and I lived in a fourplex at the time, and all of the units had a back door at the top of a narrow staircase. These doors were a little inconvenient to access as you'd have to go around the building and up to the narrow stairs as opposed to the wider main entrance at the front. It didn't make sense to use the back entrance, and I couldn't think of anyone who would go to that door to visit. As I approached the back door, I saw two tall men in the window standing at the door. A chill went down my spine. I didn't feel safe opening the door, so I called out, hello. One of the men tapped on the window. Yes, hello. May we come in? We're with Bresnan. At the time. My husband and I had Bresnan for cable, but we didn't have any issues with it. I replied, we're not having any issues with Bresnan. Is there a problem, ma'? Am? The man said. Can we come in? We're servicing the area and it's really important that we look at your cable. I shook my head. Uh, we're not having any issues, I repeated. So yeah, there's no need to stop by. Ma', am. We're visiting every resident in the area. Let us in so we can do our job, the man said. I noticed the man grab the doorknob to try and open the locked door. I slowly grabbed a knife from our knife block and held it at my chest. We're not having any issues, I repeated, trying not to convey the shakiness of my voice. So you don't need to be here. The two figures appeared to shuffle and then straighten. Ma', am, let us in. We're on a deadline and we need to do our job, the man once again said. I glanced at the clock, gauging when my husband would arrive home from work. I gripped the knife tighter. Ma', am. Ma'. Am. I saw him try the doorknob again. I closed my eyes and felt overwhelming gratitude for always locking my doors. Just then a thought came to the forefront of my I'm sorry I can't help you. Could I please get your names and badge numbers? I can give your supervisor a call to let them know our cable is fine. I heard another shuffle and then one of the men replied, no need to, ma'. Am. We're sorry we wasted your time. With that, both of the men exited the staircase and then disappeared into the night. Shaken up, I held the knife tightly and tried to get my bearings. I remember making a mental note to call the cable company or the police but my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't hold my phone. With the knife still grasped on my chest and the phone falling out of my other hand, I sank to the floor and cried. When my husband returned home I told him what had happened. I was still very shaken up and had started crying again. After he came home he immediately called the Bresnan Cable Company and spoke to a representative who then informed us that no one from their company was out on assignment in our area. 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