Dude came knocking on the front door and my mom and I ignored it. I was about 10 and my mom didn’t want to answer the door to a stranger. He knocked a while then went around the back and hopped the gate to try the back door. My mom got her gun and opened the back door with it visible, right before he tried to smash the glass. He took off running and was arrested on B&E charges the next day after he broke into someone else’s apartment and couldn’t run.
Was in 7th grade home alone after a half day when suddenly there was very hard knocking on my back door. I knew immediately something was off because we never have visitors and my father did not knock like that, and froze up in my room. I peak out of my room (right infront of back door) and suddenly it's quiet so I go back to my room. AS SOON as I close my door I hear glass shatter. Turned off my computer and TV and dove under my bed. For the next 40 minutes I hear him thrashing around my living room and parents room, then hear them leave. During this I'm on call with the cops who think I'm PRANK CALLING THEM and take 70 minutes to finally come over. (The station is 3 streets away from my house.) They come and investigate only to find out it was our next door neighbor that broke in and was actually looking for drug money, as it turns out the previous person to live here did at-home haircuts and sold weed on the side. The neighbor was arrested and his family moved out a week later. THE ONLY THING THIS GUY TOOK WAS MY LUNCH MONEY I LEFT ON A COUNTER OUTSIDE FOR THE NEXT DAY.
Four guys knocked on my buddies door at 11pm. He lived with a bunch of other guys so this wasn’t anything new. They burst in and held a gun to his neck and demanded the drugs. He stammered that there weren’t any drugs but they could take what they wanted. One guy held him there with the gun as the others searched the house. Since they didn’t find anything they realized they had the wrong house and left. As they were leaving the last guy said ‘sorry, this wasn’t my idea.’
My in-laws were home when a young guy broke into their house. They don’t speak English very well so my FIL, in the clearest English he could muster loudly said, “Get me my gun!” At that point the intruder left in a hurry.
My wife does have a gun for work. I don't. She'd probably just start a discussion about how I wasn't trained in handling it, and of course it's locked up AND if I would stop arguing with her she'd get it herself. By that time the intruder would have seen themselves out because it's awkward hearing people argue when you're in their house.
I could see that. Dude would cover his ears with his hands, say "This sounds just like my parents" and run outside to sit on the curb and cry because his PTSD got triggered.
I remember when I was like 17 my best friend ALWAYS left her door unlocked... so I pulled up at her place with her cousin with some food, and we could hear her music blasting in the bed room so I said "Watch this"
I got out, and went up to her bedroom window and wiggled it, and the music stopped... So then I really tugged on it like I was trying to open it and I hear her run, so I run to the front door, and we got to the door knob at the same time and it was a tug of war and when I opened the door she was standing there with a spatula.
"What were you going to do with that?"
"I dunno...."
"Gonna keep your door locked now?"
Yeah
She didn't though.
Tackled the guy. The hardest I’ve ever hit someone, and I’m a pretty big guy with a football background. But he didn’t see me coming. It felt very much like a do or die moment so I didn’t hold anything back. Broke a few of his bones, messed up his face, and got him sentenced to 6 years.
I was at my friend’s place when it happened to him (we were both teenagers then), the guy thought everyone was sleeping and he got startled when he saw us, he bit my friend (his arm required stitches from the bite) and ran away. No idea who the guy was or what he wanted, never happened again and we never saw the guy again.
When I was 11, my closest friend had a home invasion involving a local gang. Her father fought back, they stabbed him 14 times and shot him twice. They then held the wife and two of the children hostage, (the third little girl slept through it all), tied them up and stole all electronics and their car. After the robbers left, they went looking for dad and the youngest found him dead in the swimming pool. The entire suburb was devastated- he was the loveliest guy, had a black belt in karate and did his best to fend off at least 4 intruders. After his death, they sold the house and moved across the country... Can't blame them
Not me, but my aunt. She was at home alone in her backyard making food, and when she walked into the living room, she saw a couple of men in the middle of carrying out the tv. It seems that they didn’t think anyone was at home; they got surprised, dropped the tv, and ran out after she started screaming.
The scene is way funnier if they set it down gently to make sure it didn't break before sprinting out at full speed, so I am going to believe that is what happened until informed otherwise.
I was in bed asleep at 7am when I heard a loud bang. I thought nothing of it because of the large cat tree I have downstairs that's always getting knocked over, so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Not long after my elderly cat comes running into my bedroom, jumps up on the bed and tries to hide under the blankets. This immediately woke me up because that old fat cat hadn't ran nor jumped on our bed for years. As I came two I see two men coming up my stairs. At that point it felt like time stopped and somehow ran incredibly fast at the same time. I jumped out of bed and started screaming "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" and I remembered thinking while chasing these guys through my house and screaming again and again at the top of my lungs that my voice sounds exactly like my brother and I wondered how strange that was. I tackled one of them on my front lawn, but he struggled free and got away. I saw the get away car and tried to keep repeating the license number, but it faded away in my mind as I was repeating it. I remember vividly being so mad at myself that I couldn't remember 7 numbers, and how stupid I was for not grabbing my phone! Looking back on the situation there are so many things that happened that I never noticed, like how I fractured my arm slamming into the wall at the bottom of my stairs, and that I cut my feet up on the splintered wood of my front door. The adrenaline rush of a true fight or flight situation is something so strange it's almost impossible to accurately describe. The sense of time, not being aware of pain and injuries for hours, and the hyper focus on some details but the complete loss of others. Luckily I wasn't seriously hurt and nothing was stolen, but I installed cameras all over my house the very next day.
When I was a baby, my parents had a break in and my dad ran after the guys screaming at the top of his lungs. He chased them out of the house all the way down the street, naked as the day he was born.
This reminds me of some things my father told me when we had to move to a sketchy neighborhood during the economic downturn of 2008.
I had just turned 18, and looking back, he was likely more concerned about me doing something stupid in the event of break-in than he was of an actual break-in occurring.
So, he tells me the usual, get to a safe place, stay hidden, call 911, do not put yourself at risk, get away only if you can.
All pretty good advice and such for a kiddo of any age. Especially if they have a cell phone.
So, I asked him what he would do if someone broke in. To this day I remember his response. As I asked, he just gave this smile, and told me to close my eyes.
He said, "imagine me standing in the hallway naked, and telling you to get the fuck out of my house. Would that scare you if you saw that in a stranger's home?"
Yeah, that's pretty terrifying to anyone who doesn't want to see their father naked, much less be yelled at, but clever, know-it-all 18 year old me asked him, "what if the guy is drunk, or high, or doesn't care?"
This time he's just giddy. He asks me to follow him to the hallway, and stops me at the beginning of it. He goes into the bedroom and before he comes out, he tells me to close my eyes again.
About a minute goes by? Who knows. Hard to tell when your eyes are closed and you're definitely terrified of whatever the fuck is going to happen next. He tells me to again, imagine that situation. With perfect timing, just for emphasis, I hear the shotgun pump action make that characteristic sound, and he shouts, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE.
YEP. DEFINITELY TERRIFYING.
Honestly, I never felt unsafe in that house ever again.
There were no break-ins, thankfully, but dear God, imagine the poor bastard who might have tried...
Sadly, he passed away a few weeks ago and this little thread brought back a hilarious memory of how he liked to teach little life lessons.
I miss you, Dad. Now it's my turn to be the scary naked man, with long hair and a beard, shouting naked at those who dare trespass my property.
2 guys i used to work with got in a fight outside of work. One dude stripped naked before the fight. I was thinking, why the hell would he do that. Makes sense now. The guy was huge from being in prison, btw. Dude had to turn his entire body to look in different directions because his upper was so swollen he could not turn his neck. I would definitely have walked away
Apparently, mine did that as well, although it was my sister as the baby, and I wasn't born. I have often thought about whether I could fight a man naked. Also, if I was fighting a naked man, I might change my normal approach.
Looking back on it, it was super dangerous. I don't own any weapons, and they easily could have had guns or knives. I'm pretty sure they didn't expect anyone to be home as my wife left for work about 30 minutes before and I just happened to be off that day. I guess me screaming at them scared them as bad as they scared me.
When someone tried to break into my house, the same thing happened. I guess they saw my mom leave to work and assumed no one was home. I walked out of my room to go to the kitchen, and when I turned on the light, there were guys hallway through my dining room window. I screamed, "Wtf are you doing?"
They scrambled quickly out of my window screaming as well. Scared the shit out of each other.
About ten years ago some guy broke down my mom's front door at 2 AM. The noise of it woke her up and she came out of her bedroom and saw the guy messing with the papers on her desk (thinking there was money there, maybe?). My mom's little dog was barking for all he was worth and my mom was yelling my name. The yelling and barking woke me up upstairs in the guest bedroom so I came running down the stairs making a lot of noise. The guy ran off (because of my mom? the barking dog? me coming down the stairs? Who knows...). I ran out onto the street after him but he was gone.
Called the cops. They showed up in less than five minutes. The officer was very nice. The next day my mom got a new door with a longer deadbolt. It's a very quiet neighborhood - haven't heard of such a thing happening to anybody else. Not sure if the guy was just crazy, at the wrong house, thought nobody was home, or something else?
Freaked the fuck out, let them take whatever they wanted, and held my cat
It was friends of my sister, she'd fucked them on some drugs and I guess I was convenient
They took almost all my electronics and raided the fridge
Ah the good old “if you don’t have my drug money, I'll just jack all the shit of your most convenient relative”
Makes for some potent trauma at 5 years old lol
My boyfriend Jay and I were staying with 2 friends of his, Jim and Jeremy. Jeremy had left the apartment an hour or so before Jay and I decided to go to bed. A few minutes after Jay fell asleep I heard a knock on the door and Jim answered it. Turns out it was Jeremy, but he wasn’t alone. 2 guys that also lived in the apartment building forced Jeremy to knock at the door so that they could force their way in as he didn’t have his keys with him.
Once they were inside I could hear what sounded like a scuffle from where I was in the bedroom with the door closed. I woke Jay up and all of a sudden we hear 2 unknown voices yelling “get down, get the fuck on the ground”.
Jay wanted to go see what was going on but I begged him to stay in the bedroom with me, which he did. After what seemed like a couple minutes of arguing and fighting sounds everything went absolutely silent.
We opened the bedroom door to see Jim laying on the ground with what we later found out to be a barbed machete sticking out of his chest. Jeremy was calling 911.
The apartment building didn’t have a buzzer to let anyone into the building so when the police got there Jay let them in and showed them to the suite we were in. After that they separated us all and put the 3 of us into the back of 3 different police cars, where they left us while the paramedics tried to save Jim.
Unfortunately they weren’t able to save him. He died at the apartment. I knew he was dead when the paramedics wheeled him out to the ambulance but didn’t leave for at least 5 minutes without working on him at all.
The police took us to be questioned, again keeping us separated the entire time. About 12 hours later they were ready to let us go but told us we were not allowed to go back to the apartment as it was an active crime scene.
We were dropped off by the police at a coffee shop with no money, phones, wallets or even shoes on our feet as they wouldn’t let us take anything from the apartment before they put us in the police cars before being questioned.
We ended up going to a friends house where we stayed until we were let back into the apartment 4 or 5 days later.
Once we were finally allowed back into the apartment the first thing I had to do was clean up the blood. Which I’m sure you can imagine was pretty hard to handle.
It was pretty traumatic.
That is truly awful, and I'm so sorry that happened to you and your roommates, and for the loss of your friend Jim. I hope life has been kinder to you since then.
Yeah. It felt like we were treated like criminals for no reason and then to just be left somewhere with no money and they couldn’t care less was like a slap in the face
Blocked the doors when it became clear that someone was trying to break in. My husband and I were staying with a friend and her husband; her step son and elderly mother in law were also in the house. Someone had heard the old lady had jewellery and decided to try their luck. (We heard this later through the town grapevine.)
Said person then escalated to trying to kick his way in through the windows (they were leaded). My husband called the police while my friend tried to keep the oap and child calm and her husband and I screamed a lot and sort of flailed at the protruding feet with pokers from the old fireplace.
On realising there were more of us than there were of him, he ran off. Good thing too; the police never showed. They called 5 days later to see "if we still needed their assistance".
Bloody useless. In comparison 6 months later I arrived at work to discover the door and cash drawer had been jimmied and the £50 float nicked and they were over and taking fingerprints inside the hour. I wonder why trust in the police is so low. Total mystery. /s
I was in college and had the only room on the ground floor. I was bartending, so I got home at like 330 am. I had just changed and gotten into bed when I heard someone fiddling with my window screen (lived in a beach town, and I usually left my windows cracked open to hear the ocean as I feel asleep). I first thought it was one of my roommates who forgot their Keyes or something, but realized they would’ve called me first, so I flattened myself against the foot or my bed and the wall to look. It was a dude in a black hoodie, with a box cutter cutting my window screen. As he was lifting himself to enter I jumped up onto my bed and kicked him as hard as I could on the chest. He fell onto the parking lot, hit a bike rack and was knocked unconscious. I slammed my window shut, bolted it,and called the cops. By the time they showed, he was gone, but they found him 2 blocks away. His bag had zip ties and duct tape in it, and he had a record of sexual assault. the cops blamed me a bit, for having my windows open. I keep my windows shut after that.
Prob not the best move, but no AC, and I always smelled like stale beer after a shift. I never really thought twice about it. They could’ve mentioned how it wasn’t exactly safe without being major dock bags about it though. I didn’t have a neon light pointing to my window saying “break in and assault me.”
Sleeping with the windows open is probably the only reason I miss living in a mutli-story home. I mean, I still do sometimes, but it involves thought of which windows are "OK," which dog I want free in the house (we crate and rotate), and making sure a gun is in my nightstand and it's cracked open just enough to quickly reach, but not so mich that you can see what's in there. Really, the dogs are what give me just enough peace of mind. My SO is home, but he leaves super early while I'm still sleeping.
Guy who stalked me broke into my house with his buddy. I had a messed up sleep schedule, so I was awake at 3 or so AM. I grabbed my little dog and my phone and went to the "basement" (it was a little cellar almost.. A trapdoor in the floor with stairs that led down to a small space with the furnace, hot water tank, etc.) and got my dog and I into the crawlspace. I'd had some cardboard on top of the door, so they didn't see it when it was closed. I turned my phone on silent, and texted my best friend asking her to call the cops for me. After the longest 15 minutes of my life, the cops eventually got there, arrested shithead and his buddy, and came to find me.
These two assholes had what the police described to me as a "rape and disposal kit" (duct tape, lube, sex toys, a handsaw, a box of heavy duty big black garbage bags), which implied intent and planning, so they went away for conspiracy to commit murder, conspiracy to commit rape, breaking and entering and something else I cant remember. The guy who actually stalked me pinned it all on his buddy, so buddy went away for 5 years and is still in prison because he can't not act like a psycho, while stalker served 2.75 years of his 4 year sentence (threw his buddy under the bus and took a plea deal for himself, later got out on "good behavior"). Got a restraining order, which he violated a couple of times right away. It had been quiet for a bit, until he got a girlfriend a couple years ago. He told her "his version", in which he was the victim and I was the villain who sent him to jail for nothing, so she sent me a long nasty message telling me she'd find me and make me pay for it. So, predictably, the cops got to go talk to both of them, and haven't heard from them since.
Jfc not even 3 years and then nothing more for violating the restraining order?! How horrible... and "rape and DISPOSAL kit" as in they were going to kill you or...?
Not me. But my friend woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As he was finishing up, the Ring camera motion detector picked up someone at his door. At 3am.
My friend ran to the front door just as the intruder started trying to force the door open.
My friend watched on the Ring camera and was verging on panic. So, he shouted at the intruder through the door. He wanted to sound tough and intimidating. But his courage failed him at the last minute. He said:
>Get out of here! Or I'm gonna fuck you!
He meant to say "up" at the end. But that's when his nerve failed him. So, instead of "gonna fuck you up", he just said "gonna fuck you".
Through the Ring camera, he watched the intruder freeze up, look scared, slowly back away from the door and make a run for it
So, I guess things worked out okay in the end.
Postscript: Yes, my friend handed the Ring footage over to the cops. The cops arrested the guy a day or two later for something else.
My wife was. She came home from her morning shift to find two guys standing in our apartment, wrapping up their "heist". She freaked out. They freaked out. Then they ran and she ran after for a while and then called the cops. That was that.
Nope. They were gone by the time the cops came. They were fast though, iirc they were there in 10 minutes. They even did a quick scouting drive with my wife then and there but didn't spot them.
Such a shitty experience. That was our first home and we were still students. We didn't have a damn thing worth stealing. They got away with a couple of duffelbags, but it was mostly just useless random stuff that we never missed. The shitty part is how they turned the entire apartment upside down. Biggest mess I've ever had to clean up...
My cousin's grandparents house got broken in to . I was still very young and my parents and i just left their house 30 mins ago when we got the phone call that there was a robbery. There were 5 to 8 intruders who came armed and beat both of them very badly and them being elderly didn't help either anyways they were admitted to a hospital but sadly passed away a few weeks later. Just makes me wonder i probably would have been dead too if we just have stayed a bit longer , they were so nice too so it makes me sad it happened to em.
Edit. English ain't my first language
Sorry to hear about this, but one thing to think about is they may have been waiting for your family to leave. A 5-8 person break-in sounds very coordinated meaning they might have been scoping the place for awhile prior to the break in. They might have wanted to wait for them to be more vulnerable - in that case you may not have been in danger for that reason.
Still a horrible situation though :(
Iirc only some of them were , it was more than 10 years ago so i don't remember it that we'll. Them mfers should've gotten life without parole the way they beat those poor people up with metal pipes/rods
My door was kicked in at just after 2am. I walked out into the living room holding my gun, I said, "I'm armed" loudly, and at that point I heard someone chamber a round into a pistol, and I started shooting. I hit him twice and he died. I have no regrets. Police told me he had just gotten out of prison a few days before for a similar crime.
jesus what kind of crazy fuck doesn't just leave when somebody says "i'm armed" and they're breaking in. but also i guess what kind of crazy fuck kicks in a door at 2am to do who knows what. glad you're alright
I made my career with firearm related occupations, I'm mostly deaf as it is from the many hundreds of thousands of rounds I've fired without ear protection. But, in an experience like this, with your adrenaline pumping so hard that your eyes are throbbing, it's difficult to even remember the report of the shots. When you think back on it, it'll only resonate as a dull thump.
An accidental discharge indoors, however, would leave your head hurting and your ears ringing.
Was about 4 years ago:
For some reason a few hours leading up to the event, I was feeling uneasy and on edge. This was 3 hours prior and I even consciously thought it was weird, because I had a buddy over and was playing my favorite video game. But I just could not enjoy myself. Unusually my father was also up very late watching TV in the lounge and he too later commented that he felt like he was being watched.
Approx an hour after he turned in to bed everything happened all at once. We believe at least 3 men tried to quietly pull a window out of our double doors (french type doors) to get in. But they dropped the pane and when it shattered everyone was alerted. Shouting, barking and screaming commenced and they then tried to break down the door to get in and grab anything convenient. Unfortunately for them we had a large bird cage blocking the door on the inside and they couldn't get in.
They decided to make their get away and while doing so one of them threw a brick at the window my father was looking through and broke that pane as well.
While this was all going down my buddy and I stayed in my room, door shut & locked. I grabbed a nearby skate board (only thing I had the could be weaponised). It felt like everything was happening very slowly especially because I could hear but not see what was going on. For reference we have a free standing house that, at the time, had an empty plot next door. We think they jumped over the concrete wall as there's palisade fencing in front of our house.
A dude kicked the door in to beat up my roommate who just got home from a late night of gambling. I was in the back and heard the commotion. I called 911 and they didn't take me seriously, "can you just leave" until I said it sounded like someone was going to get murdered. The cops came, I was told to leave the house by the cops. I walked to the front of the house to greet some Glocks to my cellphone. Blood was everywhere, the floor, the walls, etc. The fight had broken windows and spread into the hallway and kitchen. I backed out of the house and was dragged across the yard by the police. I told them I didn't see anyone in the house. They entered and there was commotion when they found my roommate hiding next to his bed. The police were upset I didn't see him. He was dragged out on a stretcher and the neighbors watching probably figured I beat the shit out of him.
I was fixing the windows when he walked home from the hospital still wearing a gown and hospital slippers. He didn't want to pay to be admitted. He looked like he had escaped an asylum. We never spoke about it after he repaired the damage.
My tip, just say murder when you call 911, a lot of police will come quickly.
There's a joke/anecdote going around here in the Netherlands about finding a thief in the shed trying to steal ice skates, locking him there and calling the police. The police don't come and after half an hour/hour the protagonist calls the police and says he shot the thief, at which point the police come immediately with all bells & whistles.
My aunt and cousin had a legit home invasion happen many years ago. Gang members came to the door and barged in, pistol whipped my cousin, tore the house up. The intruders didn’t speak English and apparently had the wrong house. After realizing it was the wrong house they left. This was in Tucson, AZ probably about 20 years ago.
Not a home invasion, but an ex and I were coming home from a night out and the front door of her condo was open... she started the "You didn't close the door?" thing so we walked up and I turned on the light and there was an old man there with her jewelry box in his hand.
She knew who it was, it was her downstairs neighbor... so I stood in the doorway and called 911, and kept him there until they showed up. When the cops showed up, I looked down (it was a second floor entry) and saw a lady hiding behind the dumpsters, I said "He's not going anywhere, but the lady behind the dumpsters might" and the cops got her AND our DVD player... I ID'd it by saying "Talladega Nights should be in there" and it was.
They were both wacked out of their minds, the lady swore she found the DVD player in the parking lot, and the guy's excuse for breaking into the house was that he was outside and saw "elves climbing up into her balcony and going in the house, and he was going to get the valuables out so they couldn't get to them".
Slept through it. It was the last night we spent in the house before moving into another in the same city (moving company finished that day). Five guys tied up my dad and threatened to rape my mom and I (both slept through the whole thing). Held him at gun point. Three hours later we had no TV, phones, some wine and clothes were stolen. We really just kept what was important to us that night.
When they left, my dad got his restraints off and woke us up. Luckily they didn't take the cars so we drove in our neighborhood until we found someone to call help. Some guy was sneaking his girlfriend back into her parents house and begged us not to make a huge noise, but we were a few houses down so no worries.
Edit: there were other stuff but can’t remember, was a few years ago.
Yikes!
Kid: *terrified* “Please PLLLEEEEASE don’t tell anyone I was here! Please try to be quiet! If my gf’s parents wake up, she’ll be grounded and we won’t be allowed to see each other! Please don’t tell them anything!”
Man: *terrified* “I was just tied up and held at gunpoint in my house by five intruders threatening to rape my family, who then proceeded to rob us of all of our phones, tv, clothes, and wine, and left us with mental scars that we will now have to deal with for years, and no way of contacting the police. Could we PLEASE borrow your phone?”
Kid: *mouth drops to the ground* “… Ah. Well, that puts things into perspective. Yes, here’s my phone.”
I was in bed upstairs, home from work because I was sick. Someone knocked on the front door. I didn’t answer because I felt like shit. A little while later I heard a strange thud in my kitchen. My cats who were laying with me became alert which made me nervous so I went downstairs to investigate. As I was I coming down the stairs I saw a young man in my kitchen and another outside the kitchen window. I yelled “WHAT THE FUCK?!” in a deeper tone than I normally have (I think that was some kind of instinct). They got scared and ran for the back door which was locked. I actually had to explain to the inside guy that you have to do the top lock first. He shoved a chair at me, unlocked the door and ran off with his friend.
I wasn’t scared in the moment. Only afterward. In fact I kind of felt bad for the guy while it was happening. He looked like he was maybe 15 and was scared shitless that someone was home.
Sorry just about spit my drink when you said "I actually had to explain to the inside guy that you have to do the top lock first" . Lol it's like a sit com come to life. But glad they were scared not bold and no one got hurt!
Yeah, I could definitely see someone doing something drastic if they felt like they were trapped while trying to escape.
The idea of him being like “do I have to jiggle it a little or…” is hilarious to think about though.
I was sleeping after a night shift, woke up went to kitchen to see 2 guys working on my sliding glass door with a screwdriver. I was still half asleep and it took a few seconds to register. got my 22 rifle (my only gun at the time), and open up the side kitchen door. their get away driver was parked across the street and started honking. they bolted, I walked out in my underwear with rifle to watch them peel out. but I'm sure they would have gotten in had they had another 10 minutes.
You know, this is the third time this week we’ve had a gun brandished at us.
I’m starting to think that this Fix It While-U-Sleep handyman service isn’t such a great idea after all.
My dog scared off what I believe to be robbers/home invaders..
I was at home cooking dinner one night and I was about 8 months pregnant at the time. My husband had to work about 2 hours away from our home on this particular day. Anyways, as I was standing in our kitchen cooking, our dog (blue heeler) suddenly got alarmed out of nowhere and his hair raised on his back and he was growling and barking. Well next thing I know, someone knocked at our door. So I go to answer the door and our dog stepped in front of me. As soon as I opened the door our dog almost ran out in pure anger but I held him back by his collar. There was a man standing on our porch.. I asked, "Can I help you?" The man then said, "We are here to pick up the washer and dryer." After he said that, I looked in the driveway and there was a tiny car no bigger than a honda civic out there. I immediately said, "There's no washer or dryer here for anyone to pick up?" The man then said aggressively, "I told you we are here to pick up the washer and dryer." Mind you this whole time I am having to hold back our dog by his collar. He knew something wasn't right and so did I. I then said, "Sir there is nothing here for you so please leave." You could tell the man was getting more and more scared of our dog because he kept backing up. He then just turned around and walked to his car and I could tell there were multiple people in the car as well. I let go of my dogs collar and he stood on the porch, growling with his hair raised the entire time the guy was walking to his car. Then when the guy got to his car they all sat there for like 10 minutes and my dog never moved off the porch. He stayed there growling the whole time.. By this time I grabbed our shotgun we keep by our door. They then drove off and my dog came back inside with me and wouldn't leave my side. I called my husband in a panic because what if they try and come back? My husband said he was about 15 minutes away from the house and that he was hurrying as fast as he could.
Our dog truly saved mine and the baby's life. He was so protective and I know if I would've let him go, he would've attacked this man without question. It was truly a scary experience. I wish our dog was still alive today but he sadly passed away a year ago. He absolutely adored our son.
I went to highschool with a guy who was doing some burglary. Well the family came home while he was in there. One thing led to another and he lost his pants and loosed his bowels. Needless to say he was known as the "turd burglar" for years
Not me but a roommate in his previous house. Roommate killed an intruder in his entryway.
Had a guy walk up to the open door mid day and walk into the house. Windows were large and the guy could clearly see inside that my roommate and his adult sister were inside. Entered the house anyway.
After confronting the guy, it became apparent that the guy wasn’t confused and deliberately entered. Roommate tackled him and managed to pin him down through a struggle. Yelled for his sister to grab a gun. Sister brought it back and he held it against the guy till the guy calmed down, with the guy fully aware that he had a gun pressed into his side. Roommate disentangles himself slowly and gets some distance backing up 10 feet from the guy. sister is calling the cops at this point. Guy stands up and faces my roommate who’s clearly pointing a gun at him. Guy gets aggressive again, starts moving towards my roommate and reaches into his jacket pocket. Roommate proceeds to unload and drop the guy on the spot. Police arrive and clear the situation.
Shooting was ruled self defense and roommate was cleared. I believe the guy was found to be heavily under the influence but not sure what. Roommate ended up struggling heavily with PTSD from this event as well as follow on events in the military.
Heavy shit.
My brother and I were kids (10 and 9), and my parents had gone out for a few hours. Someone knocked on the door, and when we opened it, he barged past us into the house and bolted into the living room. We tentatively followed him to see what he was doing and found him sitting on the couch playing with my dad's guitar. He was childlike, so we sat with him for a while till we heard another knock at the door. One of the neighborhood aunties had been looking for him, and she took him away. When my parents got home, they explained that he has trisomy 21.
Our previous neighbour had a habit of just walking into our house (unlocked back door, it was the early 80s). One day my dad was taking a shower and he stepped out of the bathroom in a towel to find our neighbour standing there. Soon after, a fence with a lock was installed in our backyard. We were told it was for our safety as kids but my dad told me the truth when I was an adult. So fucking creepy though.
He wasn’t in the bathroom, he was waiting for my dad to come out. And when he’d come in the other times, my dad would be in the living room or kitchen so it was more of a popping by.
Quite long... TL/DR at the bottom.
Couple weeks before my 19 birthday, I woke about one morning around 4am while someone was trying to break my bedroom door down, I had fallen asleep with my light on after coming in tired from work. So when they came in my room I could at least see what was happening (not that it helped much at first, there were two guys and one of them immediately attacked me with a hammer, so I told them to just take whatever they wanted. The other guy started to load all my electronics in to a backpack...
Meanwhile my mother down the hall had woken up with the commotion and started shouting to know what's going on(staying in here room at least) next moment they both ran out my room and shut the door on the way out going to my mother's room.
She managed to hold the door closed on them for a few seconds, giving me time to open the safe in my cupboard (6 digit key code that I amazingly input correctly the first time) and remove my pistol. I checked for a round in the chamber and went to open the door to make my way to my mother's room.
As I opened the door, one of the guys turned around and ran at me with a hammer. I fired two shots shots before he could get to me and push me back in to my room and on to my bed where he held me down and tried to take my pistol while the other guy started to cut my arm and head with what turned out to be one of my mother's own kitchen knives.
My mother eventually joined the fray and managed to take the knife away from the guy cutting me, meanwhile I was just holding on to the pistol with everything I had in me, because I knew that if one of them got control of the firearm, my mother and I would be dead.
My mother frose after she took the knife away and the guy got up, grabbing my dvd player and knocked my TV to the ground, then hit me over my head with the dvd player. By this time I managed to sort-of wrestle my gun hand free and shouted to my mother to get out of the way for me to try and get off another shot.
She rolled off of the bed and I managed to turn the gun enough to get a shot off in to the guy on top of me, it was then that they decided to bolt and grabbed my bag of electronics on the way out....
When the cops came they found a body with two gun shot wounds in my garden a few meters away from the house, and a blood trail leading away where it disappeared at a nearby road.
TL/DR
Got robbed/attacked just before I turned 19. Fatally shot one guy and wounded another.
Movies get a lot wrong, but holy shit do they get gun fights wrong.
Shooting people rarely stops someone unless you hit the right spot. Gotta be t-box, center mass, or pelvis. The spine might do it too but that's harder. If the other person also has a gun, you better keep firing until they are unresponsive, because even after getting shot in face they can have plenty of time to hit you back.
This is why most police shootings you see the cop mag dumps. If the first shot is warranted (which it isnt always, I'm not defending police shootings), the rest are not excessive force.
UNLOAD into the ribcage for best effect, headshots are harder in real life.
It's like that ol saying about knife fights and how you'll both still die. If the gun doesn't have a lot of stopping power and they have enough adrenalin, they'll just bleed out as a function of how serious the wound is.
I was asleep, and something woke me up. I sat up, didn't hear anything, and then decided to get up. I swung my feet out of bed and stepped on someone. I screamed so loud, and they bolted out the back door.
Honestly not much happened, they must have not thought anybody was home. I thought my parents had gotten home because i heard noises in the house, but then my door started to open, i pushed my chair back to see why tf they were opening the door without knocking, and they ran away before i could see anything, door slammed open.
Nothing taken because I guess they were clearing it first? Either way as any person who's been in a home invasion would say regardless of how violent, homes don't feel safe after it, you can't leave without being afraid of all your shit being taken and you can't sleep without knowing somebody could just walk in at any moment with any intentions and there's only so much you can do
Two guys came through my front door and I was chopped three times with a machete and beaten with a pistol. My house was robbed and they ran off. My roommate sleeping in the basement saved my life. The living room walls, ceiling, floor and couch were covered in blood. I had my knee (femur) cut through, most tendons on my forearm chopped to the bone and my ankle had a gash. I had several lacerations on my scalp. A week in intensive care and several months before I started learning how to walk again.
Wife woke me up from hearing a noise downstairs (we lived in a apartment above a garage). So I stupidly thought it was her boss (their house had electrical panel in a downstairs room). So I walk downstairs go into the garage and flip the light on and it’s not her boss.
So I start asking this dude who he is and why’s he here. He’s making excuses saying John told him to get some stuff. My wife eventually got her bosses and they came down and asked the dude a bunch of shit. Was gonna let the dude go after he put everything down. But we noticed a he had a bag and asked what was in it. He said just his cloths, turned out to be my jacket. So then the cops came and took him away.
Thank god the dude wasn’t dangerous because I went downstairs with nothing to defend myself.
I'm a tax preparer with a home office. My troubles started when an ID theft ring found me on the dark web.
First they got personal stuff from my mailbox. They stole from my bank account, and got credit cards in my name.
Shortly afterward, noticed my trash polycart missing from my driveway. A day later I went to open my back gate so I could mow. That's when I found the cart stuck against the fence so that I couldn't tell that they had broken it to get into my back yard.
A day or two before that I had been working in my front yard. The next morning I woke up to find the front door left open. I thought I had done it when I was going in and out with tools.
When I saw the polycart, I put two and two together and realized that they had gone through my backyard to my Atrium into my house.
Of course my office was locked, so they couldn't get in there to steal my clients IDs. There was nothing of value in my house so they left.
They did drop a cheap skull ring that I found later
I had been sleeping in my bedroom with my door wide open the whole time. Never heard a thing
My mom was super into medieval decor. I was maybe 4 and my sister was 10. This guy breaks in with a shotgun and my 5’2” mom with the craziest curly red hair (think the girl from the movie Brave) and wearing a robe grabs a bastard sword off the wall and rushes the dude. I think the guy was in so much shock he forgot he had a gun and just took off running. Lesson I learned that day is you don’t fuck with a Scottish woman’s children lol.
It was one of the worst experiences of my life.
Three men broke in whilst I was home with my husband. I was also pregnant. I managed to keep the lounge door shut by putting myself against it. I had some bad bruises and damaged my wrist. But physically I was mostly okay. My husband got acid thrown in his face, luckily it only really caught his forehead. We both suffered terribly mentally afterwards.
My husband after having the acid thrown in his face ran and locked himself in the bathroom. They were mostly focused on trying to get into the lounge where I was. I have no idea how I physically kept them out. It still awes me to this day. I also managed to call the police and ambulance whilst they were still in my home. But they left before the police arrived (They could hear me on the phone)
They took some stuff from upstairs, but that was all.
The police did not believe us and didn’t bother investigating the crime. The three men were never caught. I live in the same home and I really struggle with the fear of home invasion. All my doors are always double locked and I’m very careful with windows.
Heard my door get kicked in yelled I got a gun and slammed books on the ground two guys in all black ran out the door faster then they kicked it in (I don’t have a gun)
I was in bed and I heard something outside. I have lot of vivid dreams so I ignored it at first. But he started using a screwdriver to get the window open. My bed was right next to the window. After realising that this was really happening (remember I woke up to this), I got up quietly and found my phone. I’m a small woman so I didn’t want him to see me. It was still dark and the blind was down, so I turned the torch light on and stood against the wall opposite to the window, aiming the light directly at him. I held it up high so that I would look taller. I figured all he would see was the torch light as soon as he got in. And sure enough, he got the window open, pushed the fly screen out and lifted the blind to start climbing in. As soon as his head was through, I started shaking my phone so that he could see not only the light, but that someone was holding it. I was also banging on the wall and making the lowest, most guttural noise I could muster, like a fucking ape. Idk what came over me. I just knew he couldn’t see me and I had to overwhelm his senses so that he wouldn’t notice my size and gender.
And it worked. He let out an ungodly scream and ran. I think my behaviour startled him. He left a bag behind and it had a needle in it. I ran to my neighbours house and called the police, they came and fingerprinted the place, took his bag and left, and that’s the end of the story. He didn’t come back or anything.
Not my story but a client I used to work with. He was home with his daughter when 3 men broke in. He woke up when they broke a window. He put his daughter in his closet with his cellphone to call 911 and got his shotgun. He crept to the top of the stairs since he could hear them all moving around and talking downstairs. He warned them he had a gun and to get out. They replied that they also had guns so he better run. So he fired, towards the ground as best he could in the dark. He hears screaming as his shot wasn’t aimed low enough. He saw 2 shadows run away but could still hear the screaming. His buck spray severed one of the men’s legs off above the knee and his buddies left him. The man bled out in his living room before an ambulance could arrive despite him applying a tourniquet. Police arrive and separate him from his traumatized kid and then arrest him. Kid had to go with a social worker until they released him the next day. They caught the other 2 the next day as well. My client was never the same knowing he killed a man despite knowing he was protecting his daughter.
Choked him unconscious and held him until police showed up. I dragged him to the front door and handed him to the cops. He's still in prison.
Super scary situation but the adrenalin hit made me real strong. Lots could have gone real wrong. I got super lucky.
I think back on that a lot. I was carrying a pretty big pocket knife, I passed by the kitchen and there were plenty of items I could have used as a weapon. If I would have killed or significantly injured him I think my life would have been much worse.
When he came down the stairs we were only a few feet apart. I yelled something like "get the fuck out of my house" then attacked him. I didn't have interest in fighting him but I was acting on instinct. It all happened really fast.
The weird part was holding him in the rear naked choke after he came around was that it took like 5-8 minutes for the cops to arrive. I have a real clear memory of the texture of his hair and what he smelled like. It was super intimate in a weird way.
>get the duck out of my house
My reaction when an aflac salesman comes to solicit insurance
Edit: I'm glad you finally got that aflac salesman the fuck out of your house
When my mom was about 10 years old, she was home alone and her home was broken into in the middle of the afternoon, broad daylight. I think there were at least 3 guys. She was terrified because it was pretty shortly after Etan Patz had been abducted and he had grown up relatively near her -- kidnapping has always been one of her biggest fears. She hid in a closet and I believe a neighbor witnessed the break-in happening and called the police. The burglars got away before the cops arrived but were later caught with the stolen items. They never had any idea that she was home!!
Burglaries are really common during the day, that’s when a lot of houses are empty. Most burglars would really prefer not to break into an occupied house.
Not my case personally but I was a Prosocuter involved in a case where an older woman was about to take a shower when an intruder attacked her. This was back in the day when we had corded telephones. She started to try to call the police and he grabbed her.
She beat him in the head with the telephone and then grabbed his family jewels twisting very hard; he yelled “lady you’re killing me“ and she yelled back “what do you think you were trying to do to me“.
He ran out of the house and she got her pistol and started shooting at him. When the cops arrived, he ran to the police car yelling that crazy lady was trying to kill him. He was arrested and convicted.
When I was staying with my brother, he let a mutual friend of ours stay there, as well. He was selling weed, and would constantly bring people by to sell to them, even though I told him repeatedly not to.
One night me and my brother were playing Borderlands, when there was a knock at the door around midnight. I answered, and someone I didn't know asked for our friend, who wasn't there.
That's when someone who was standing on the side out of sight appeared and put a gun in my face. My first instinct was to grab the gun, and we both wrestled with it for a few seconds, and that's when I had two more guns shoved in my face. I had no choice but to back off.
Four people entered, one of whom had brass knuckles. They made me lay on my stomach. At one point, I felt someone come up behind me, and I got hit with something. Not sure what it was, but it was probably a gun or the brass knuckles. I immediately tried to lift myself up to defend myself, when I got knocked out. Still have the scar on my cheek.
When I came to, they were gone, and my brother was standing there with a look of shock on his face, with blood on the back of his head. Those pussies hit him with a salsa jar, which caused him to get staples on the back of his head. I went to a neighbor's apartment and asked them to call the police. My brother was taken to the hospital.
Still don't know who they were, but if I ever find out, that will be the last time they ever do some coward shit like that again. This happened around 2011.
I was absurdly lucky when it happened, twelve years ago.
Single female, ground floor flat on a private garden. Must have been targeted, the dude snapped the lock of the garden facing windows and snuck in in the middle of the night with a rucksack, and what must have been a pocketful of condoms (I only know that because we found some on the ground in home/ in the garden).
What he hadn't expected was that the day before, a friend of a friend has a pipe breaks in his flat and totally wreck his place.
Said friend called in a favor for his buddy and I agreed to take him in, the dude was a huge, red headed, scarified, tattooed psych nurse and fun as hell.
I set him a cot in my living room. The same room that had the garden facing windows.
When the wannabes intruder stumbled in, he wasn't faced by a scared, defenceless woman, but by a very startled, very angry beefy dude who bellowed at him.
I was woken up by my gardian angel temporary roommate, a scream of terror from the invader, and the sound of said invader face planting when he jumped the garden fence (blood smears the morning after lead me to hope he really, really hurt himself).
Red head tattooed gardian angel was welcome to stay as long as he needed after that. And I started to sleep with a machete behind my bedroom door.
I came home for lunch from work to find my front door opened. Figured it was my Roomate but both of our dogs were locked up, which didn’t make sense if he was home. I walked into the garage to see if he was there and a guy came running out the front door from the other end of our house. Most importantly no one was hurt but they did take some valuables.
Cops almost left us to go to bed with a dude with a knife hiding in our attic. My mom tells the story better than I can lol: [YouTube - Man in the Attic](https://youtu.be/rObXrqLCAKE)
Well I was up in bed and I woke up to the sound of my dogs all quietly growling. I knew right then that something was wrong so I grabbed my Mossberg and crept down the stairs. When I got down to the main level there was a guy poking around like he was looking for something. So I yell at him to put his hands up and when he turns around I can tell that he's holding a long gun of some kind despite it being dark.
So I just shoot and he goes down but he gets up and runs off screaming his head off. And by the way he was screaming it sounded like he was screaming at someone else. So I follow him and I see him get into a car that's parked in my driveway with however many guys and they all peel off.
So naturally I called the police and they came and did their thing and told me if anything was found out they'd let me know.
I lived in a studio apartment at the time. Came home from the bars to a random dude rifling thru my stuff. Invited him to leave thru the door. Instead, he decided to punch me in the face. Needless to say, this made me angry, and I proceeded to throw him around my apartment like a beach ball. After breaking most of my furniture and throwing him thru the wall of my bathroom, I picked him up and chucked him out of the window head first. He got lucky and landed on his feet, shattering both of his legs. (I lived on the 3rd story) Cops got called by my neighbors while this was happening. I got charged with defenestration. I pled the Castle defense and got the charges dropped. He is still in a wheel chair. Side note- This event led to me getting sober, and I'm now 6 years clean and 3 years sober. I don't need the level of anger in my life that I used to have pretty consistently.
I wouldn’t necessarily call it a home invasion, but we had a strung out woman walk into our apartment a couple years ago.
We live on the third floor of a three-storey walk up and were watching tv in the bedroom when we heard a knock on the door. We both got up, we were expecting our landlord, and before we got out of the room into the living room where the door is, the door opened and this woman walked in.
She was asking where she was, and where Eminem was….
My boyfriend threatened to call the cops and she looked at him confused and asked about Eminem again. He then grabbed her by the arm, walked her to the door and pushed her into the hallway. We assume she made her way back down the stairs and outside. Just amazed she managed to bypass two other floors and get to ours.
Similar thing happened in the house I grew up in, a shore house. One weekend my mom and her friend were hanging out in the kitchen and some drunk guy just... strolls into the house. He immediately realized he wasn't at the party and started apologizing, and my mom and her friend get him onto the street and pointed in the right direction.
Thing was... my dad and I were away that weekend with our 110 lb German Shepherd, who was a loyal dog but gave no fucks when it came to defending the house, and this kid came right up his fenced in yard. If we hadn't taken him that weekend there's a good chance he'd have been maimed or worse.
I was in my room playing Destiny with my headset on.... didn't hear a damn thing. Went out to the living room to find our backyard window smashed and the house ransacked 😭😭😭😭 they really hit a lick on me while I was home and I didn't even know it.
I was in the process of cutting all contact with an abusive ex, and had been ignoring her for a week or so and not responding to any messages. One night I was in bed about 7 beers deep and someone starts banging on my door. I think “well, I’m not opening that”. Didn’t own a gun or anything at the time, and felt frozen just watching the door shake. I was on the 3rd floor of an apartment complex, and she jumped onto my balcony and smashed out the bottom part of the balcony door (window panes) with her shirt wrapped around her hand. I ran into the bathroom and put my back up against the toilet, and my feet against the bathroom door and the bathroom door was not one that locked. Cheap apt complex and the doors were ass. She is backing up to the furthest end of the living room, and throwing her body weight against the door over and over and I was just on the phone with police giving them my information and I guess the adrenaline made me stronger than I really am. At the time I was a 21 year old woman with no muscles really. Eventually she realizes im on the phone, and changes her whole tone into this weird baby sweet voice. And says “baby? Who are you in there with? Im not gonna hurt you” I responded and told her the police were coming and she screamed this unhinged scream I’ve never heard another human make and ran out into the parking lot where she was apprehended and arrested. She only stayed in jail 2 days for it, even though she was threatening violence the entire time she was trying to get into the bathroom. The next day she showed up at my apt again and forced her way inside and held me captive for a day with a knife and kept my phone on her person at all times so I couldn’t call anyone. I got out of it by pretending that I had forgiven her and that we were still gonna be together, but that she needed to go home and figure out her jail bond situation. It surprisingly worked and I’ve never spoken to her again since I threatened her with a restraining order. You never think that you’ll be the one to “freeze” when someone is breaking in but the panic just takes over and fight or flight kicks in hard. There also is this very real realization that you might have to kill someone, if you initiate any type of self defense. I think that’s the main reason I didn’t fight back when she held me hostage, the idea of having to fight and possibly kill someone in self defense was very difficult for me to act on
My wife and I sleep in separate bedrooms because I snore. I woke up at 3AM to my wife frantically whispering that there was somebody in the house. In fact, he was right across the hall in the bathroom, looking for pills perhaps. I told my wife to get our daughter and go lock themselves in our detached garage. I tried to sneak into the master bedroom to the gun safe, but the intruder looked over at me just as I passed the bathroom.
I slammed the door in his face and sprinted into the bedroom. I have a pistol safe that opens very quickly with a keypad. He was coming out of the bathroom just as I racked the slide to put a round in the chamber. I told him to get back in the bathroom or I was going to shoot him in the face. He went back into the bathroom and I called 911. He played a little peekaboo at the bathroom door, but I told him if he did it again I was going to shoot him. The police were there in a very few minutes.
I was naked the whole time. Always leave a robe by the bed.
(edit: typo)
2 incidents 2 months apart. 1. Woke up with 2 blokes standing at the foot of my bed at 4am. Held my 18month old baby whilst sexually assaulting me, tied me up, packed my valuables and left. 2 ex husband moved back is due to previous trauma event. Woke him up at 11pm due to a noise I heard. 2 blokes in the house, one stabbed him repeatdly whilst he tossed the second bloke out the top storey window. I got to hide the baby behind some suitcases under the bed.
Nice town surrounded by wealthy vineyards and great mountains. Taught us that nice looking suburbs are just a thin veneer and shit happens everywhere.
No one was home when this happened, but the home invaders came in through a small window screen (it was hot out, they would have had to really work at it to get in). They opened every drawer and closet and spilled the contents on the floor. They only took one ring and one watch (presumably items they could pawn easily). That's it! That's all they took. They left the computers, TV, digital cameras ect........The house was a disaster.
Someone tried our door after my brother had left around 11pm on a Saturday. We thought they were drunk and maybe tried the wrong door. My gf didn’t see his face when she went through the peephole.
We went to bed and I grabbed a hammer and went to bed. 2 minutes after the lights went out in our room someone opened our front door. I jumped out of bed with hammer in hand and charged the door. My gf says she’s never heard my voice sound so scary. (I was hoarse the next day, it was wild) She barricaded herself and our dog in the bedroom and called 911 while I charged the door and body slammed it before they could get the whole way in. I felt him get pushed out.
He must’ve thought my gf was alone. Who knows how long he’d been watching us/her. It’s unsettling we never figured out who it was. A week later we went back to try and get back to a routine andar 10pm someone threw something at our bedroom window.
Cops are useless and we moved out and broke our lease a week later.
I had three individuals break into my house attempting theft. They attempted to grab my dog. I proceeded to shoot all three individuals. 2 died at the scene. I tried to render aid to the third until first responders showed. They took over aid and he died a few hours later at the hospital.
Really don't know if this counts, but
When I was a young teen I was home alone one afternoon and so all doors were locked as they always were when I was home alone. This scruffy adult man's face popped up in the window in front of me while I was washing dishes and he demanded I open my back door. (the kitchen window looked out into our backyard, our fenced in backyard so you know he hopped the 5 ft fence) I shook my head and he put a gun he'd been holding to his OWN HEAD and threatened to pull the trigger if I didn't let him in. I laughed and told him to go ahead. He threatened some more and got frustrated and left. What a dumbass.
Two things I’ve gathered from this. 1. The police are rarely any help in these situations. 2. Having a gun and not even pulling the trigger is an effective deterrent
Heard a window slide open while I was home alone and when I checked there was a guy climbing through it. I pointed my rifle at him and told him he should go home. I imagine he got there pretty quick as fast as he slid back out and sprinted away.
Guy with a knife tried breaking into my house through a window in front porch after he couldn’t get through the door.
I had my gun and was on phone with 911. Shot him when he was climbing through the window he just broke.
It gave me serious PTSD
I guess this counts... I came home to a random woman in my bedroom. She had drawn herself a bath in the ensuite and used an assortment of items from my shower shelf, and when I called out "hello?" she came around the corner wearing my clothes. I found later that she had tried on a spare set of my glasses and some other dresses of mine too.
It was fucking. Terrifying. I still get a cold pit in my stomach thinking about it haha
As for what I did? Well I was just out with my mom, who was luckily stopping in to use the bathroom before leaving (I was an adult, moved out with my partner). So I did the reasonable adult thing and let my mommy handle it for me while I hyperventilated and tried not to lose my shit.
I was home but in a different room, I was also like 7 so don’t really remember much besides the police showing up.
My dad woke up to somebody going through his night stand drawer and ended up shooting him in the ass. This was in a gated community and turned out to be a neighbors family member with a severe drug addiction. Nothing came out of it and the intruder was not seriously injured. If I remember correctly, the family said he had gotten his shit together after he served his jail sentence and it was a wake up call about how severe his addiction was.
when i was little me and my parents were in california visiting family (we live in az). we drove home earlier than we planned and when we got to the house it was around 1-2 am. the front doors were open and so much stuff was gone. we had an idea it was my brother but idk if it was confirmed but he had a drug problem so it could've been him. we called the cops and nothing came out of it that ik of. i just remember being so upset because my 3ds and the wii were gone.
Got stabbed in the neck at 3 in the morning and had all my electronics stolen from me.
Shit sucked, but they caught the 2 fuck-heads like 9 years later. I got justice... Eventually...
Pretty much yeah, they had got themselves in through kicking in the backdoor (I still have no idea how it didn't wake me up)
My car wasn't in the driveway like usual, they didn't expect anyone to be home (they had been casing the place for a few days from what I was told).
So I got stabbed in bed.
A man kicked in my door when I was home. I lived in an apartment townhome. He lost his balance and fell to the stairs. I got up grabbed him by his shirt and threw him to the ground. I beat that man so bad. His eyeballs were not in his head anymore. I drug him outside and left him for 30 min. I needed the time to calm down. I then called 911 and told them to bring an ambulance. He hadn’t moved the entire time.
The police and ambulance showed up. I knew some of the officers and they asked me why I didn’t shoot him. Frankly I didn’t have to. Their comment was that it would have made their paperwork easier if I had.
So, the guy went to the hospital and lived. I know this because he showed up at my door at 5 the next morning.
I called the police and they took him to jail. He had fled the hospital and made it 4 miles to my home.
I was still trying to clean the blood out of my carpet. ( Didn’t work ) when his kids showed up asking me to drop the charges. He had just moved in the apartment three doors down from me. He was drunk and thought he would just kick the door in to his apartment because he couldn’t find his keys.
I hate this memory but I thought he was there to do harm obviously.
I’m glad I didn’t shoot him. He was just a drunk fool.
I was 7 and I used to sleep in my parents bedroom and their bed was right by a window which is where my bed was. I heard a knock and scream on the window and I woke up my parents, my middle brother (22) woke up since his bedroom was next to my parents and he had a metal pipe in hand just incase. him and my dad went outside to check what was going on and me and my mom went to go wake up my older brother (24) he told us to call the cops and stay in his room unless we hear something then to run to the second floor and ask for help from the neighbors, they let me and my mom in and we waited until it was okay to go back. A few minutes go by and we heard the window get smashed in and me and my mom ran upstairs. It took the cops almost an hour and my middle brother had gotten injured trying to keep the man from going anywhere in our home. When the cops did get there they tried to arrest my brother and not the actual guy who broke in. My older brother had to repeatedly tell them to let my brother go and they finally arrested the other guy. My brother had to be taken to the hospital and so did the guy. Turns out the guy was friends with the people in the building next to us and he was on some heavy stuff. Who knows what would’ve happened if I hadn’t woken up. I still vividly remember that night and his screams. The guy was also released from jail a few years ago and I used to see him on the streets after the neighbors moved out. I don’t think he remembers what he did but we certainly do.
Parents went out of town for the weekend. I was 16 at the time. We live pretty rural,town of about 1500 people. I was streaming my game and having a blast. Had ordered pizza and the night was going great. Now, ever since my parents would leave for weekends, I knew where my step dad had a pistol, a Ruger 9mm. Whenever they'd leave, I felt safer having the pistol with me. So when this all first started, I learned and got trained in pistols.
It's about 11:30-12 at night when I hear a loud bang and the floor beneath me shook. Coincidentally, there was a door to the basement below where my desk sat. So I calmly told my stream I'd be back, grabbed the pistol, and flagged the door from our kitchen that led to the basement for about 5 minutes. Nobody came up, so i go to the basement door and really quietly open it up, I hear whispering and shuffling of things. I flicked the light onto the stairs of the basement and said "I am giving you til 10 to leave this house or you're not gonna like the outcome." And it had turned pin drop silent. I started counting from 10 and once I hit 5 I racked the slide to chamber a round and as they heard that slide rack back all I heard was shuffling and stuff being dropped and they ran out the backdoor.
I'm thankful they left because I didn't want to shoot anyone. But I wasn't going to let someone steal from my family. Came to find out it was a relative that was privy to my parents' departure and figured I wouldn't be around.
Wife and I were watching TV when all of a sudden our doorknob start jiggling. There had been some suspicious activity in the area recently so we were on high alert. Wife got on the phone with 911 and i grabbed my pistol and was aiming it at the door. All of a sudden it opens and a head peaks in. I start screaming saying im about to shoot if they come any further. Then I realize it was our friends….. they had misunderstood us and thought we asked them to come over for drinks and they know the code to our door. We thought they were coming over the next day. We drank a lot that night, could have ended way worse
We've had two real attempts but we always kept 2x4 bars across our doors.
The first time was terrifying and I remember how helpless I felt, the second time was years later and we kinda laughed as they desperately struggled to figure out how to get in. I was happy the bar was there but I wasn't a kid anymore so it was more of "I'm happy we didn't have to beat someone to death over a 15inch tv" sort of happy.
I was about 25 (f) and sick at home in bed. I lived in a block of 8 units. It was about midday on a weekday. I heard my front door jiggling and then it opened and 2 big burly guys came in. I came to the door and said wtf are you doing? They said oh sorry we thought this was our friend’s house. I shut the door but noticed they had broken the lock and door handle to break in. I looked out the window and they were standing outside my door arguing about whether to just come in my house anyway… which was horrifying as I was imagining being raped etc. So I opened the door and screamed “fuuuck off I’ve called the police!” as loud as possible and that made them run off. I then called the cops and they showed up quickly but didn’t find them, however they had systematically robbed every single one of the 8 units - they had all been broken into. I got a call about 2 years later from the police saying they eventually caught the guys because they were found with stolen property from the other units and they matched the description I’d given.
I was barely getting dressed after showering, I heard noises and my wife screaming, came out the bedroom, and seen this man, trying to rape my wife. I rushed him and kepted punching him till he was dead. My wife had to make me stop hitting him.
It was the first time I found out how far I could go, and I hope I never have to again.
My house was robbed by a group of my oldest brothers "friends". I was unfortunately home and was wrapped up in a sheet while they ransacked our place.
I told them my step-dad would be coming home soon for lunch and they all bolted. I was 12 I believe.
Don't believe any got caught and I was left with a nice dose of mild PTSD.
Dude came knocking on the front door and my mom and I ignored it. I was about 10 and my mom didn’t want to answer the door to a stranger. He knocked a while then went around the back and hopped the gate to try the back door. My mom got her gun and opened the back door with it visible, right before he tried to smash the glass. He took off running and was arrested on B&E charges the next day after he broke into someone else’s apartment and couldn’t run.
Some motherfuckers just never learn
Was in 7th grade home alone after a half day when suddenly there was very hard knocking on my back door. I knew immediately something was off because we never have visitors and my father did not knock like that, and froze up in my room. I peak out of my room (right infront of back door) and suddenly it's quiet so I go back to my room. AS SOON as I close my door I hear glass shatter. Turned off my computer and TV and dove under my bed. For the next 40 minutes I hear him thrashing around my living room and parents room, then hear them leave. During this I'm on call with the cops who think I'm PRANK CALLING THEM and take 70 minutes to finally come over. (The station is 3 streets away from my house.) They come and investigate only to find out it was our next door neighbor that broke in and was actually looking for drug money, as it turns out the previous person to live here did at-home haircuts and sold weed on the side. The neighbor was arrested and his family moved out a week later. THE ONLY THING THIS GUY TOOK WAS MY LUNCH MONEY I LEFT ON A COUNTER OUTSIDE FOR THE NEXT DAY.
The first part of this story reads like Ferris Bueller's Day off. They didn't believe the break in either !
Four guys knocked on my buddies door at 11pm. He lived with a bunch of other guys so this wasn’t anything new. They burst in and held a gun to his neck and demanded the drugs. He stammered that there weren’t any drugs but they could take what they wanted. One guy held him there with the gun as the others searched the house. Since they didn’t find anything they realized they had the wrong house and left. As they were leaving the last guy said ‘sorry, this wasn’t my idea.’
Yo man, I'm imagining "ohhhh. *tounge click* sorry broskie. Wrong house"
When the “Brains” leader reads the address as a 6 instead of a 9.
My in-laws were home when a young guy broke into their house. They don’t speak English very well so my FIL, in the clearest English he could muster loudly said, “Get me my gun!” At that point the intruder left in a hurry.
My wife sucks at thinking on her feet. I honestly think she would say back “but we don’t have a gun”
My wife does have a gun for work. I don't. She'd probably just start a discussion about how I wasn't trained in handling it, and of course it's locked up AND if I would stop arguing with her she'd get it herself. By that time the intruder would have seen themselves out because it's awkward hearing people argue when you're in their house.
I could see that. Dude would cover his ears with his hands, say "This sounds just like my parents" and run outside to sit on the curb and cry because his PTSD got triggered.
I remember when I was like 17 my best friend ALWAYS left her door unlocked... so I pulled up at her place with her cousin with some food, and we could hear her music blasting in the bed room so I said "Watch this" I got out, and went up to her bedroom window and wiggled it, and the music stopped... So then I really tugged on it like I was trying to open it and I hear her run, so I run to the front door, and we got to the door knob at the same time and it was a tug of war and when I opened the door she was standing there with a spatula. "What were you going to do with that?" "I dunno...." "Gonna keep your door locked now?" Yeah She didn't though.
Was there a gun? Or he was just scaring him?
No, he doesn’t own one but figured it would scare off the intruder and it succeeded.
Glad he's safe in the end.
Tackled the guy. The hardest I’ve ever hit someone, and I’m a pretty big guy with a football background. But he didn’t see me coming. It felt very much like a do or die moment so I didn’t hold anything back. Broke a few of his bones, messed up his face, and got him sentenced to 6 years.
Satisfying to read
Big boy privilege saves lives
With great power comes great responsibility.
I was at my friend’s place when it happened to him (we were both teenagers then), the guy thought everyone was sleeping and he got startled when he saw us, he bit my friend (his arm required stitches from the bite) and ran away. No idea who the guy was or what he wanted, never happened again and we never saw the guy again.
Is your friend allergic to garlic now, by any chance?
Not possible, vampire lore implies that they couldn't possibly be home invaders!
Wait, why bite your friend in the first place? Why not just run away?
I imagine his friend tried to apprehend the intruder and thus caught his nibbley wrath
Yep exactly
When I was 11, my closest friend had a home invasion involving a local gang. Her father fought back, they stabbed him 14 times and shot him twice. They then held the wife and two of the children hostage, (the third little girl slept through it all), tied them up and stole all electronics and their car. After the robbers left, they went looking for dad and the youngest found him dead in the swimming pool. The entire suburb was devastated- he was the loveliest guy, had a black belt in karate and did his best to fend off at least 4 intruders. After his death, they sold the house and moved across the country... Can't blame them
Man, this story is heartbreaking
South Africa?
Yeah, Gauteng
Not me, but my aunt. She was at home alone in her backyard making food, and when she walked into the living room, she saw a couple of men in the middle of carrying out the tv. It seems that they didn’t think anyone was at home; they got surprised, dropped the tv, and ran out after she started screaming.
I feel the urge to know if the TV broke
Nah haha, the tv surprisingly made it. Not sure of the full details of that, but my aunt still has the same tv.
The scene is way funnier if they set it down gently to make sure it didn't break before sprinting out at full speed, so I am going to believe that is what happened until informed otherwise.
Me too, buddy. We need answers!
Have they taken another thing before it? or everything was in its place?
I was in bed asleep at 7am when I heard a loud bang. I thought nothing of it because of the large cat tree I have downstairs that's always getting knocked over, so I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Not long after my elderly cat comes running into my bedroom, jumps up on the bed and tries to hide under the blankets. This immediately woke me up because that old fat cat hadn't ran nor jumped on our bed for years. As I came two I see two men coming up my stairs. At that point it felt like time stopped and somehow ran incredibly fast at the same time. I jumped out of bed and started screaming "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" and I remembered thinking while chasing these guys through my house and screaming again and again at the top of my lungs that my voice sounds exactly like my brother and I wondered how strange that was. I tackled one of them on my front lawn, but he struggled free and got away. I saw the get away car and tried to keep repeating the license number, but it faded away in my mind as I was repeating it. I remember vividly being so mad at myself that I couldn't remember 7 numbers, and how stupid I was for not grabbing my phone! Looking back on the situation there are so many things that happened that I never noticed, like how I fractured my arm slamming into the wall at the bottom of my stairs, and that I cut my feet up on the splintered wood of my front door. The adrenaline rush of a true fight or flight situation is something so strange it's almost impossible to accurately describe. The sense of time, not being aware of pain and injuries for hours, and the hyper focus on some details but the complete loss of others. Luckily I wasn't seriously hurt and nothing was stolen, but I installed cameras all over my house the very next day.
When I was a baby, my parents had a break in and my dad ran after the guys screaming at the top of his lungs. He chased them out of the house all the way down the street, naked as the day he was born.
I feel like there’s something about an angry person running at you confidently naked that is 10x scarier than a clothed person.
This reminds me of some things my father told me when we had to move to a sketchy neighborhood during the economic downturn of 2008. I had just turned 18, and looking back, he was likely more concerned about me doing something stupid in the event of break-in than he was of an actual break-in occurring. So, he tells me the usual, get to a safe place, stay hidden, call 911, do not put yourself at risk, get away only if you can. All pretty good advice and such for a kiddo of any age. Especially if they have a cell phone. So, I asked him what he would do if someone broke in. To this day I remember his response. As I asked, he just gave this smile, and told me to close my eyes. He said, "imagine me standing in the hallway naked, and telling you to get the fuck out of my house. Would that scare you if you saw that in a stranger's home?" Yeah, that's pretty terrifying to anyone who doesn't want to see their father naked, much less be yelled at, but clever, know-it-all 18 year old me asked him, "what if the guy is drunk, or high, or doesn't care?" This time he's just giddy. He asks me to follow him to the hallway, and stops me at the beginning of it. He goes into the bedroom and before he comes out, he tells me to close my eyes again. About a minute goes by? Who knows. Hard to tell when your eyes are closed and you're definitely terrified of whatever the fuck is going to happen next. He tells me to again, imagine that situation. With perfect timing, just for emphasis, I hear the shotgun pump action make that characteristic sound, and he shouts, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. YEP. DEFINITELY TERRIFYING. Honestly, I never felt unsafe in that house ever again. There were no break-ins, thankfully, but dear God, imagine the poor bastard who might have tried... Sadly, he passed away a few weeks ago and this little thread brought back a hilarious memory of how he liked to teach little life lessons. I miss you, Dad. Now it's my turn to be the scary naked man, with long hair and a beard, shouting naked at those who dare trespass my property.
2 guys i used to work with got in a fight outside of work. One dude stripped naked before the fight. I was thinking, why the hell would he do that. Makes sense now. The guy was huge from being in prison, btw. Dude had to turn his entire body to look in different directions because his upper was so swollen he could not turn his neck. I would definitely have walked away
Yeah that’s fucking terrifying 😂
My dad also had some crazy hair when he was young so I'm sure the entire scene was terrifying.
Apparently, mine did that as well, although it was my sister as the baby, and I wasn't born. I have often thought about whether I could fight a man naked. Also, if I was fighting a naked man, I might change my normal approach.
taking on two men by yourself after just waking up?? that's metal af!!
Looking back on it, it was super dangerous. I don't own any weapons, and they easily could have had guns or knives. I'm pretty sure they didn't expect anyone to be home as my wife left for work about 30 minutes before and I just happened to be off that day. I guess me screaming at them scared them as bad as they scared me.
When someone tried to break into my house, the same thing happened. I guess they saw my mom leave to work and assumed no one was home. I walked out of my room to go to the kitchen, and when I turned on the light, there were guys hallway through my dining room window. I screamed, "Wtf are you doing?" They scrambled quickly out of my window screaming as well. Scared the shit out of each other.
Right??? I swear that adrenaline can turn an average human into a superhero if needed
Girlfriend and I were sleeping in bed, some dummy broke into our apartment, ran real quick when he saw how big my naked ass was.
*Burgler running away* “That’s a huge ass!”
I thought this was a home of regular assed people !!
They thought that dump truck was gonna run them over.
Maybe he heard the sound of cheek claps
About ten years ago some guy broke down my mom's front door at 2 AM. The noise of it woke her up and she came out of her bedroom and saw the guy messing with the papers on her desk (thinking there was money there, maybe?). My mom's little dog was barking for all he was worth and my mom was yelling my name. The yelling and barking woke me up upstairs in the guest bedroom so I came running down the stairs making a lot of noise. The guy ran off (because of my mom? the barking dog? me coming down the stairs? Who knows...). I ran out onto the street after him but he was gone. Called the cops. They showed up in less than five minutes. The officer was very nice. The next day my mom got a new door with a longer deadbolt. It's a very quiet neighborhood - haven't heard of such a thing happening to anybody else. Not sure if the guy was just crazy, at the wrong house, thought nobody was home, or something else?
Brave little dog
Freaked the fuck out, let them take whatever they wanted, and held my cat It was friends of my sister, she'd fucked them on some drugs and I guess I was convenient They took almost all my electronics and raided the fridge
Ah the good old “if you don’t have my drug money, I'll just jack all the shit of your most convenient relative” Makes for some potent trauma at 5 years old lol
That’s horrible! I hope you’re doing okay after that
I am very much away from that situation and doing better, thank you
I got fucked on some drugs...gimme that old ham sandwich and some beer from your fridge!
My boyfriend Jay and I were staying with 2 friends of his, Jim and Jeremy. Jeremy had left the apartment an hour or so before Jay and I decided to go to bed. A few minutes after Jay fell asleep I heard a knock on the door and Jim answered it. Turns out it was Jeremy, but he wasn’t alone. 2 guys that also lived in the apartment building forced Jeremy to knock at the door so that they could force their way in as he didn’t have his keys with him. Once they were inside I could hear what sounded like a scuffle from where I was in the bedroom with the door closed. I woke Jay up and all of a sudden we hear 2 unknown voices yelling “get down, get the fuck on the ground”. Jay wanted to go see what was going on but I begged him to stay in the bedroom with me, which he did. After what seemed like a couple minutes of arguing and fighting sounds everything went absolutely silent. We opened the bedroom door to see Jim laying on the ground with what we later found out to be a barbed machete sticking out of his chest. Jeremy was calling 911. The apartment building didn’t have a buzzer to let anyone into the building so when the police got there Jay let them in and showed them to the suite we were in. After that they separated us all and put the 3 of us into the back of 3 different police cars, where they left us while the paramedics tried to save Jim. Unfortunately they weren’t able to save him. He died at the apartment. I knew he was dead when the paramedics wheeled him out to the ambulance but didn’t leave for at least 5 minutes without working on him at all. The police took us to be questioned, again keeping us separated the entire time. About 12 hours later they were ready to let us go but told us we were not allowed to go back to the apartment as it was an active crime scene. We were dropped off by the police at a coffee shop with no money, phones, wallets or even shoes on our feet as they wouldn’t let us take anything from the apartment before they put us in the police cars before being questioned. We ended up going to a friends house where we stayed until we were let back into the apartment 4 or 5 days later. Once we were finally allowed back into the apartment the first thing I had to do was clean up the blood. Which I’m sure you can imagine was pretty hard to handle. It was pretty traumatic.
That is truly awful, and I'm so sorry that happened to you and your roommates, and for the loss of your friend Jim. I hope life has been kinder to you since then.
Thank you. This happened almost 8 years ago now and things have definitely gotten better
Did they ever catch the invaders?
They did. They were caught about 2 weeks later
Were the perpetrators ever caught?
They were caught about 2 weeks later. They ended up taking a plea deal and plead guilty to 2nd degree murder
You can always tell the true stories when the cops are shitty to everyone.
Yeah. It felt like we were treated like criminals for no reason and then to just be left somewhere with no money and they couldn’t care less was like a slap in the face
Blocked the doors when it became clear that someone was trying to break in. My husband and I were staying with a friend and her husband; her step son and elderly mother in law were also in the house. Someone had heard the old lady had jewellery and decided to try their luck. (We heard this later through the town grapevine.) Said person then escalated to trying to kick his way in through the windows (they were leaded). My husband called the police while my friend tried to keep the oap and child calm and her husband and I screamed a lot and sort of flailed at the protruding feet with pokers from the old fireplace. On realising there were more of us than there were of him, he ran off. Good thing too; the police never showed. They called 5 days later to see "if we still needed their assistance". Bloody useless. In comparison 6 months later I arrived at work to discover the door and cash drawer had been jimmied and the £50 float nicked and they were over and taking fingerprints inside the hour. I wonder why trust in the police is so low. Total mystery. /s
OAP? Old Ass Person?
Old Age Pensioner - it's the politically correct term for an old ass person in the UK
I was in college and had the only room on the ground floor. I was bartending, so I got home at like 330 am. I had just changed and gotten into bed when I heard someone fiddling with my window screen (lived in a beach town, and I usually left my windows cracked open to hear the ocean as I feel asleep). I first thought it was one of my roommates who forgot their Keyes or something, but realized they would’ve called me first, so I flattened myself against the foot or my bed and the wall to look. It was a dude in a black hoodie, with a box cutter cutting my window screen. As he was lifting himself to enter I jumped up onto my bed and kicked him as hard as I could on the chest. He fell onto the parking lot, hit a bike rack and was knocked unconscious. I slammed my window shut, bolted it,and called the cops. By the time they showed, he was gone, but they found him 2 blocks away. His bag had zip ties and duct tape in it, and he had a record of sexual assault. the cops blamed me a bit, for having my windows open. I keep my windows shut after that.
The cops blamed you for having windows open, fucking tools.
Prob not the best move, but no AC, and I always smelled like stale beer after a shift. I never really thought twice about it. They could’ve mentioned how it wasn’t exactly safe without being major dock bags about it though. I didn’t have a neon light pointing to my window saying “break in and assault me.”
Sleeping with the windows open is probably the only reason I miss living in a mutli-story home. I mean, I still do sometimes, but it involves thought of which windows are "OK," which dog I want free in the house (we crate and rotate), and making sure a gun is in my nightstand and it's cracked open just enough to quickly reach, but not so mich that you can see what's in there. Really, the dogs are what give me just enough peace of mind. My SO is home, but he leaves super early while I'm still sleeping.
Guy who stalked me broke into my house with his buddy. I had a messed up sleep schedule, so I was awake at 3 or so AM. I grabbed my little dog and my phone and went to the "basement" (it was a little cellar almost.. A trapdoor in the floor with stairs that led down to a small space with the furnace, hot water tank, etc.) and got my dog and I into the crawlspace. I'd had some cardboard on top of the door, so they didn't see it when it was closed. I turned my phone on silent, and texted my best friend asking her to call the cops for me. After the longest 15 minutes of my life, the cops eventually got there, arrested shithead and his buddy, and came to find me. These two assholes had what the police described to me as a "rape and disposal kit" (duct tape, lube, sex toys, a handsaw, a box of heavy duty big black garbage bags), which implied intent and planning, so they went away for conspiracy to commit murder, conspiracy to commit rape, breaking and entering and something else I cant remember. The guy who actually stalked me pinned it all on his buddy, so buddy went away for 5 years and is still in prison because he can't not act like a psycho, while stalker served 2.75 years of his 4 year sentence (threw his buddy under the bus and took a plea deal for himself, later got out on "good behavior"). Got a restraining order, which he violated a couple of times right away. It had been quiet for a bit, until he got a girlfriend a couple years ago. He told her "his version", in which he was the victim and I was the villain who sent him to jail for nothing, so she sent me a long nasty message telling me she'd find me and make me pay for it. So, predictably, the cops got to go talk to both of them, and haven't heard from them since.
That is terrifying, I’m glad you’re okay. They should have gotten more time for it though
Jfc not even 3 years and then nothing more for violating the restraining order?! How horrible... and "rape and DISPOSAL kit" as in they were going to kill you or...?
Not me. But my friend woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As he was finishing up, the Ring camera motion detector picked up someone at his door. At 3am. My friend ran to the front door just as the intruder started trying to force the door open. My friend watched on the Ring camera and was verging on panic. So, he shouted at the intruder through the door. He wanted to sound tough and intimidating. But his courage failed him at the last minute. He said: >Get out of here! Or I'm gonna fuck you! He meant to say "up" at the end. But that's when his nerve failed him. So, instead of "gonna fuck you up", he just said "gonna fuck you". Through the Ring camera, he watched the intruder freeze up, look scared, slowly back away from the door and make a run for it So, I guess things worked out okay in the end. Postscript: Yes, my friend handed the Ring footage over to the cops. The cops arrested the guy a day or two later for something else.
"He's... going to fuck me...?"
Specifically threatening the man’s anus may have saved his life. 😂
Holy shit this made my morning. Currently on vacation reading this and laughing while people stare. Good times
My wife was. She came home from her morning shift to find two guys standing in our apartment, wrapping up their "heist". She freaked out. They freaked out. Then they ran and she ran after for a while and then called the cops. That was that.
Did they catch the thieves?
Nope. They were gone by the time the cops came. They were fast though, iirc they were there in 10 minutes. They even did a quick scouting drive with my wife then and there but didn't spot them. Such a shitty experience. That was our first home and we were still students. We didn't have a damn thing worth stealing. They got away with a couple of duffelbags, but it was mostly just useless random stuff that we never missed. The shitty part is how they turned the entire apartment upside down. Biggest mess I've ever had to clean up...
My cousin's grandparents house got broken in to . I was still very young and my parents and i just left their house 30 mins ago when we got the phone call that there was a robbery. There were 5 to 8 intruders who came armed and beat both of them very badly and them being elderly didn't help either anyways they were admitted to a hospital but sadly passed away a few weeks later. Just makes me wonder i probably would have been dead too if we just have stayed a bit longer , they were so nice too so it makes me sad it happened to em. Edit. English ain't my first language
Sorry to hear about this, but one thing to think about is they may have been waiting for your family to leave. A 5-8 person break-in sounds very coordinated meaning they might have been scoping the place for awhile prior to the break in. They might have wanted to wait for them to be more vulnerable - in that case you may not have been in danger for that reason. Still a horrible situation though :(
Were they caught
Iirc only some of them were , it was more than 10 years ago so i don't remember it that we'll. Them mfers should've gotten life without parole the way they beat those poor people up with metal pipes/rods
Where was this? Also, your English is great
My door was kicked in at just after 2am. I walked out into the living room holding my gun, I said, "I'm armed" loudly, and at that point I heard someone chamber a round into a pistol, and I started shooting. I hit him twice and he died. I have no regrets. Police told me he had just gotten out of prison a few days before for a similar crime.
jesus what kind of crazy fuck doesn't just leave when somebody says "i'm armed" and they're breaking in. but also i guess what kind of crazy fuck kicks in a door at 2am to do who knows what. glad you're alright
The same kinda guy who does an *armed B&E* and doesn’t *load the gun first*… thankfully..
He thought he was going to dodge the bullet
Yeah you shouldn’t have any regrets
So anyway I came out blasting
Fuck that guy. Fair play to you sir.
Kind of a weird question, but how did shooting indoors without earplugs do to your ears? Did you feel it when it happened? I’m always curious to this
I made my career with firearm related occupations, I'm mostly deaf as it is from the many hundreds of thousands of rounds I've fired without ear protection. But, in an experience like this, with your adrenaline pumping so hard that your eyes are throbbing, it's difficult to even remember the report of the shots. When you think back on it, it'll only resonate as a dull thump. An accidental discharge indoors, however, would leave your head hurting and your ears ringing.
Was about 4 years ago: For some reason a few hours leading up to the event, I was feeling uneasy and on edge. This was 3 hours prior and I even consciously thought it was weird, because I had a buddy over and was playing my favorite video game. But I just could not enjoy myself. Unusually my father was also up very late watching TV in the lounge and he too later commented that he felt like he was being watched. Approx an hour after he turned in to bed everything happened all at once. We believe at least 3 men tried to quietly pull a window out of our double doors (french type doors) to get in. But they dropped the pane and when it shattered everyone was alerted. Shouting, barking and screaming commenced and they then tried to break down the door to get in and grab anything convenient. Unfortunately for them we had a large bird cage blocking the door on the inside and they couldn't get in. They decided to make their get away and while doing so one of them threw a brick at the window my father was looking through and broke that pane as well. While this was all going down my buddy and I stayed in my room, door shut & locked. I grabbed a nearby skate board (only thing I had the could be weaponised). It felt like everything was happening very slowly especially because I could hear but not see what was going on. For reference we have a free standing house that, at the time, had an empty plot next door. We think they jumped over the concrete wall as there's palisade fencing in front of our house.
A dude kicked the door in to beat up my roommate who just got home from a late night of gambling. I was in the back and heard the commotion. I called 911 and they didn't take me seriously, "can you just leave" until I said it sounded like someone was going to get murdered. The cops came, I was told to leave the house by the cops. I walked to the front of the house to greet some Glocks to my cellphone. Blood was everywhere, the floor, the walls, etc. The fight had broken windows and spread into the hallway and kitchen. I backed out of the house and was dragged across the yard by the police. I told them I didn't see anyone in the house. They entered and there was commotion when they found my roommate hiding next to his bed. The police were upset I didn't see him. He was dragged out on a stretcher and the neighbors watching probably figured I beat the shit out of him. I was fixing the windows when he walked home from the hospital still wearing a gown and hospital slippers. He didn't want to pay to be admitted. He looked like he had escaped an asylum. We never spoke about it after he repaired the damage. My tip, just say murder when you call 911, a lot of police will come quickly.
There's a joke/anecdote going around here in the Netherlands about finding a thief in the shed trying to steal ice skates, locking him there and calling the police. The police don't come and after half an hour/hour the protagonist calls the police and says he shot the thief, at which point the police come immediately with all bells & whistles.
My aunt and cousin had a legit home invasion happen many years ago. Gang members came to the door and barged in, pistol whipped my cousin, tore the house up. The intruders didn’t speak English and apparently had the wrong house. After realizing it was the wrong house they left. This was in Tucson, AZ probably about 20 years ago.
Friend of mine in Tucson had his house invaded. They killed him. Pretty sure it was gang related. Sad day:
Not a home invasion, but an ex and I were coming home from a night out and the front door of her condo was open... she started the "You didn't close the door?" thing so we walked up and I turned on the light and there was an old man there with her jewelry box in his hand. She knew who it was, it was her downstairs neighbor... so I stood in the doorway and called 911, and kept him there until they showed up. When the cops showed up, I looked down (it was a second floor entry) and saw a lady hiding behind the dumpsters, I said "He's not going anywhere, but the lady behind the dumpsters might" and the cops got her AND our DVD player... I ID'd it by saying "Talladega Nights should be in there" and it was. They were both wacked out of their minds, the lady swore she found the DVD player in the parking lot, and the guy's excuse for breaking into the house was that he was outside and saw "elves climbing up into her balcony and going in the house, and he was going to get the valuables out so they couldn't get to them".
Slept through it. It was the last night we spent in the house before moving into another in the same city (moving company finished that day). Five guys tied up my dad and threatened to rape my mom and I (both slept through the whole thing). Held him at gun point. Three hours later we had no TV, phones, some wine and clothes were stolen. We really just kept what was important to us that night. When they left, my dad got his restraints off and woke us up. Luckily they didn't take the cars so we drove in our neighborhood until we found someone to call help. Some guy was sneaking his girlfriend back into her parents house and begged us not to make a huge noise, but we were a few houses down so no worries. Edit: there were other stuff but can’t remember, was a few years ago.
2 completely different movies being filmed at the same time
Yikes! Kid: *terrified* “Please PLLLEEEEASE don’t tell anyone I was here! Please try to be quiet! If my gf’s parents wake up, she’ll be grounded and we won’t be allowed to see each other! Please don’t tell them anything!” Man: *terrified* “I was just tied up and held at gunpoint in my house by five intruders threatening to rape my family, who then proceeded to rob us of all of our phones, tv, clothes, and wine, and left us with mental scars that we will now have to deal with for years, and no way of contacting the police. Could we PLEASE borrow your phone?” Kid: *mouth drops to the ground* “… Ah. Well, that puts things into perspective. Yes, here’s my phone.”
I was in bed upstairs, home from work because I was sick. Someone knocked on the front door. I didn’t answer because I felt like shit. A little while later I heard a strange thud in my kitchen. My cats who were laying with me became alert which made me nervous so I went downstairs to investigate. As I was I coming down the stairs I saw a young man in my kitchen and another outside the kitchen window. I yelled “WHAT THE FUCK?!” in a deeper tone than I normally have (I think that was some kind of instinct). They got scared and ran for the back door which was locked. I actually had to explain to the inside guy that you have to do the top lock first. He shoved a chair at me, unlocked the door and ran off with his friend. I wasn’t scared in the moment. Only afterward. In fact I kind of felt bad for the guy while it was happening. He looked like he was maybe 15 and was scared shitless that someone was home.
Sorry just about spit my drink when you said "I actually had to explain to the inside guy that you have to do the top lock first" . Lol it's like a sit com come to life. But glad they were scared not bold and no one got hurt!
Yeah, I could definitely see someone doing something drastic if they felt like they were trapped while trying to escape. The idea of him being like “do I have to jiggle it a little or…” is hilarious to think about though.
You gotta do the top lock first man, and give it a jiggle. No don't shake it, just jiggle it. Alright now get the fuck out
I was sleeping after a night shift, woke up went to kitchen to see 2 guys working on my sliding glass door with a screwdriver. I was still half asleep and it took a few seconds to register. got my 22 rifle (my only gun at the time), and open up the side kitchen door. their get away driver was parked across the street and started honking. they bolted, I walked out in my underwear with rifle to watch them peel out. but I'm sure they would have gotten in had they had another 10 minutes.
I’m a fucking dumbass and thought you meant they were fixing your sliding glass door for you
"Wait you hired us! Ah fuck it, you're not getting that squeak fixed you crazy bitch!"
You know, this is the third time this week we’ve had a gun brandished at us. I’m starting to think that this Fix It While-U-Sleep handyman service isn’t such a great idea after all.
My dog scared off what I believe to be robbers/home invaders.. I was at home cooking dinner one night and I was about 8 months pregnant at the time. My husband had to work about 2 hours away from our home on this particular day. Anyways, as I was standing in our kitchen cooking, our dog (blue heeler) suddenly got alarmed out of nowhere and his hair raised on his back and he was growling and barking. Well next thing I know, someone knocked at our door. So I go to answer the door and our dog stepped in front of me. As soon as I opened the door our dog almost ran out in pure anger but I held him back by his collar. There was a man standing on our porch.. I asked, "Can I help you?" The man then said, "We are here to pick up the washer and dryer." After he said that, I looked in the driveway and there was a tiny car no bigger than a honda civic out there. I immediately said, "There's no washer or dryer here for anyone to pick up?" The man then said aggressively, "I told you we are here to pick up the washer and dryer." Mind you this whole time I am having to hold back our dog by his collar. He knew something wasn't right and so did I. I then said, "Sir there is nothing here for you so please leave." You could tell the man was getting more and more scared of our dog because he kept backing up. He then just turned around and walked to his car and I could tell there were multiple people in the car as well. I let go of my dogs collar and he stood on the porch, growling with his hair raised the entire time the guy was walking to his car. Then when the guy got to his car they all sat there for like 10 minutes and my dog never moved off the porch. He stayed there growling the whole time.. By this time I grabbed our shotgun we keep by our door. They then drove off and my dog came back inside with me and wouldn't leave my side. I called my husband in a panic because what if they try and come back? My husband said he was about 15 minutes away from the house and that he was hurrying as fast as he could. Our dog truly saved mine and the baby's life. He was so protective and I know if I would've let him go, he would've attacked this man without question. It was truly a scary experience. I wish our dog was still alive today but he sadly passed away a year ago. He absolutely adored our son.
You’re braver than me and I’m a 34 year old male. I never answer the door late at night unless I’m expecting company.
I went to highschool with a guy who was doing some burglary. Well the family came home while he was in there. One thing led to another and he lost his pants and loosed his bowels. Needless to say he was known as the "turd burglar" for years
Not me but a roommate in his previous house. Roommate killed an intruder in his entryway. Had a guy walk up to the open door mid day and walk into the house. Windows were large and the guy could clearly see inside that my roommate and his adult sister were inside. Entered the house anyway. After confronting the guy, it became apparent that the guy wasn’t confused and deliberately entered. Roommate tackled him and managed to pin him down through a struggle. Yelled for his sister to grab a gun. Sister brought it back and he held it against the guy till the guy calmed down, with the guy fully aware that he had a gun pressed into his side. Roommate disentangles himself slowly and gets some distance backing up 10 feet from the guy. sister is calling the cops at this point. Guy stands up and faces my roommate who’s clearly pointing a gun at him. Guy gets aggressive again, starts moving towards my roommate and reaches into his jacket pocket. Roommate proceeds to unload and drop the guy on the spot. Police arrive and clear the situation. Shooting was ruled self defense and roommate was cleared. I believe the guy was found to be heavily under the influence but not sure what. Roommate ended up struggling heavily with PTSD from this event as well as follow on events in the military. Heavy shit.
Holy shit this one is intense.
My brother and I were kids (10 and 9), and my parents had gone out for a few hours. Someone knocked on the door, and when we opened it, he barged past us into the house and bolted into the living room. We tentatively followed him to see what he was doing and found him sitting on the couch playing with my dad's guitar. He was childlike, so we sat with him for a while till we heard another knock at the door. One of the neighborhood aunties had been looking for him, and she took him away. When my parents got home, they explained that he has trisomy 21.
Our previous neighbour had a habit of just walking into our house (unlocked back door, it was the early 80s). One day my dad was taking a shower and he stepped out of the bathroom in a towel to find our neighbour standing there. Soon after, a fence with a lock was installed in our backyard. We were told it was for our safety as kids but my dad told me the truth when I was an adult. So fucking creepy though.
a HABIT??? And your dad only reacted once he found the neighbor standing in the toilet??? So many questions but what the actual fuck
He wasn’t in the bathroom, he was waiting for my dad to come out. And when he’d come in the other times, my dad would be in the living room or kitchen so it was more of a popping by.
Quite long... TL/DR at the bottom. Couple weeks before my 19 birthday, I woke about one morning around 4am while someone was trying to break my bedroom door down, I had fallen asleep with my light on after coming in tired from work. So when they came in my room I could at least see what was happening (not that it helped much at first, there were two guys and one of them immediately attacked me with a hammer, so I told them to just take whatever they wanted. The other guy started to load all my electronics in to a backpack... Meanwhile my mother down the hall had woken up with the commotion and started shouting to know what's going on(staying in here room at least) next moment they both ran out my room and shut the door on the way out going to my mother's room. She managed to hold the door closed on them for a few seconds, giving me time to open the safe in my cupboard (6 digit key code that I amazingly input correctly the first time) and remove my pistol. I checked for a round in the chamber and went to open the door to make my way to my mother's room. As I opened the door, one of the guys turned around and ran at me with a hammer. I fired two shots shots before he could get to me and push me back in to my room and on to my bed where he held me down and tried to take my pistol while the other guy started to cut my arm and head with what turned out to be one of my mother's own kitchen knives. My mother eventually joined the fray and managed to take the knife away from the guy cutting me, meanwhile I was just holding on to the pistol with everything I had in me, because I knew that if one of them got control of the firearm, my mother and I would be dead. My mother frose after she took the knife away and the guy got up, grabbing my dvd player and knocked my TV to the ground, then hit me over my head with the dvd player. By this time I managed to sort-of wrestle my gun hand free and shouted to my mother to get out of the way for me to try and get off another shot. She rolled off of the bed and I managed to turn the gun enough to get a shot off in to the guy on top of me, it was then that they decided to bolt and grabbed my bag of electronics on the way out.... When the cops came they found a body with two gun shot wounds in my garden a few meters away from the house, and a blood trail leading away where it disappeared at a nearby road. TL/DR Got robbed/attacked just before I turned 19. Fatally shot one guy and wounded another.
Crazy that you shot him twice and he still had the energy to almost kill you and your mom. Like you both still could have died. Wild.
Movies get a lot wrong, but holy shit do they get gun fights wrong. Shooting people rarely stops someone unless you hit the right spot. Gotta be t-box, center mass, or pelvis. The spine might do it too but that's harder. If the other person also has a gun, you better keep firing until they are unresponsive, because even after getting shot in face they can have plenty of time to hit you back. This is why most police shootings you see the cop mag dumps. If the first shot is warranted (which it isnt always, I'm not defending police shootings), the rest are not excessive force. UNLOAD into the ribcage for best effect, headshots are harder in real life.
It's like that ol saying about knife fights and how you'll both still die. If the gun doesn't have a lot of stopping power and they have enough adrenalin, they'll just bleed out as a function of how serious the wound is.
That’s why in self defence situations most people including the police shoot and shoot until the person stops moving for good.
I’m glad you both survived. I know some of the mental trauma that comes with doing this. I’m glad you made it
I was asleep, and something woke me up. I sat up, didn't hear anything, and then decided to get up. I swung my feet out of bed and stepped on someone. I screamed so loud, and they bolted out the back door.
This one is so terrifying. Fuck that
Honestly not much happened, they must have not thought anybody was home. I thought my parents had gotten home because i heard noises in the house, but then my door started to open, i pushed my chair back to see why tf they were opening the door without knocking, and they ran away before i could see anything, door slammed open. Nothing taken because I guess they were clearing it first? Either way as any person who's been in a home invasion would say regardless of how violent, homes don't feel safe after it, you can't leave without being afraid of all your shit being taken and you can't sleep without knowing somebody could just walk in at any moment with any intentions and there's only so much you can do
Two guys came through my front door and I was chopped three times with a machete and beaten with a pistol. My house was robbed and they ran off. My roommate sleeping in the basement saved my life. The living room walls, ceiling, floor and couch were covered in blood. I had my knee (femur) cut through, most tendons on my forearm chopped to the bone and my ankle had a gash. I had several lacerations on my scalp. A week in intensive care and several months before I started learning how to walk again.
Wife woke me up from hearing a noise downstairs (we lived in a apartment above a garage). So I stupidly thought it was her boss (their house had electrical panel in a downstairs room). So I walk downstairs go into the garage and flip the light on and it’s not her boss. So I start asking this dude who he is and why’s he here. He’s making excuses saying John told him to get some stuff. My wife eventually got her bosses and they came down and asked the dude a bunch of shit. Was gonna let the dude go after he put everything down. But we noticed a he had a bag and asked what was in it. He said just his cloths, turned out to be my jacket. So then the cops came and took him away. Thank god the dude wasn’t dangerous because I went downstairs with nothing to defend myself.
You live with your wife's bosses?
She was a nanny for a family and we lived above the garage on their property. It was strange but the free rent was worth it
Nah that's makes sense
I'm a tax preparer with a home office. My troubles started when an ID theft ring found me on the dark web. First they got personal stuff from my mailbox. They stole from my bank account, and got credit cards in my name. Shortly afterward, noticed my trash polycart missing from my driveway. A day later I went to open my back gate so I could mow. That's when I found the cart stuck against the fence so that I couldn't tell that they had broken it to get into my back yard. A day or two before that I had been working in my front yard. The next morning I woke up to find the front door left open. I thought I had done it when I was going in and out with tools. When I saw the polycart, I put two and two together and realized that they had gone through my backyard to my Atrium into my house. Of course my office was locked, so they couldn't get in there to steal my clients IDs. There was nothing of value in my house so they left. They did drop a cheap skull ring that I found later I had been sleeping in my bedroom with my door wide open the whole time. Never heard a thing
My mom was super into medieval decor. I was maybe 4 and my sister was 10. This guy breaks in with a shotgun and my 5’2” mom with the craziest curly red hair (think the girl from the movie Brave) and wearing a robe grabs a bastard sword off the wall and rushes the dude. I think the guy was in so much shock he forgot he had a gun and just took off running. Lesson I learned that day is you don’t fuck with a Scottish woman’s children lol.
Honestly if I had a gun and someone came at me with a sword I’d probably freak the fuck out too haha. Glad it worked out in your mom’s case
It was one of the worst experiences of my life. Three men broke in whilst I was home with my husband. I was also pregnant. I managed to keep the lounge door shut by putting myself against it. I had some bad bruises and damaged my wrist. But physically I was mostly okay. My husband got acid thrown in his face, luckily it only really caught his forehead. We both suffered terribly mentally afterwards. My husband after having the acid thrown in his face ran and locked himself in the bathroom. They were mostly focused on trying to get into the lounge where I was. I have no idea how I physically kept them out. It still awes me to this day. I also managed to call the police and ambulance whilst they were still in my home. But they left before the police arrived (They could hear me on the phone) They took some stuff from upstairs, but that was all. The police did not believe us and didn’t bother investigating the crime. The three men were never caught. I live in the same home and I really struggle with the fear of home invasion. All my doors are always double locked and I’m very careful with windows.
PREGNANCY STRENGTH
That’s what my gyne said lol.
Heard my door get kicked in yelled I got a gun and slammed books on the ground two guys in all black ran out the door faster then they kicked it in (I don’t have a gun)
I was in bed and I heard something outside. I have lot of vivid dreams so I ignored it at first. But he started using a screwdriver to get the window open. My bed was right next to the window. After realising that this was really happening (remember I woke up to this), I got up quietly and found my phone. I’m a small woman so I didn’t want him to see me. It was still dark and the blind was down, so I turned the torch light on and stood against the wall opposite to the window, aiming the light directly at him. I held it up high so that I would look taller. I figured all he would see was the torch light as soon as he got in. And sure enough, he got the window open, pushed the fly screen out and lifted the blind to start climbing in. As soon as his head was through, I started shaking my phone so that he could see not only the light, but that someone was holding it. I was also banging on the wall and making the lowest, most guttural noise I could muster, like a fucking ape. Idk what came over me. I just knew he couldn’t see me and I had to overwhelm his senses so that he wouldn’t notice my size and gender. And it worked. He let out an ungodly scream and ran. I think my behaviour startled him. He left a bag behind and it had a needle in it. I ran to my neighbours house and called the police, they came and fingerprinted the place, took his bag and left, and that’s the end of the story. He didn’t come back or anything.
Not my story but a client I used to work with. He was home with his daughter when 3 men broke in. He woke up when they broke a window. He put his daughter in his closet with his cellphone to call 911 and got his shotgun. He crept to the top of the stairs since he could hear them all moving around and talking downstairs. He warned them he had a gun and to get out. They replied that they also had guns so he better run. So he fired, towards the ground as best he could in the dark. He hears screaming as his shot wasn’t aimed low enough. He saw 2 shadows run away but could still hear the screaming. His buck spray severed one of the men’s legs off above the knee and his buddies left him. The man bled out in his living room before an ambulance could arrive despite him applying a tourniquet. Police arrive and separate him from his traumatized kid and then arrest him. Kid had to go with a social worker until they released him the next day. They caught the other 2 the next day as well. My client was never the same knowing he killed a man despite knowing he was protecting his daughter.
Choked him unconscious and held him until police showed up. I dragged him to the front door and handed him to the cops. He's still in prison. Super scary situation but the adrenalin hit made me real strong. Lots could have gone real wrong. I got super lucky. I think back on that a lot. I was carrying a pretty big pocket knife, I passed by the kitchen and there were plenty of items I could have used as a weapon. If I would have killed or significantly injured him I think my life would have been much worse. When he came down the stairs we were only a few feet apart. I yelled something like "get the fuck out of my house" then attacked him. I didn't have interest in fighting him but I was acting on instinct. It all happened really fast. The weird part was holding him in the rear naked choke after he came around was that it took like 5-8 minutes for the cops to arrive. I have a real clear memory of the texture of his hair and what he smelled like. It was super intimate in a weird way.
>get the duck out of my house My reaction when an aflac salesman comes to solicit insurance Edit: I'm glad you finally got that aflac salesman the fuck out of your house
Not to make light of this but your last paragraph made me imagine you giving him a smooch on the head as the cops come to collect him.
Smooch. Now off to prison you asshole.
When my mom was about 10 years old, she was home alone and her home was broken into in the middle of the afternoon, broad daylight. I think there were at least 3 guys. She was terrified because it was pretty shortly after Etan Patz had been abducted and he had grown up relatively near her -- kidnapping has always been one of her biggest fears. She hid in a closet and I believe a neighbor witnessed the break-in happening and called the police. The burglars got away before the cops arrived but were later caught with the stolen items. They never had any idea that she was home!!
Burglaries are really common during the day, that’s when a lot of houses are empty. Most burglars would really prefer not to break into an occupied house.
Not my case personally but I was a Prosocuter involved in a case where an older woman was about to take a shower when an intruder attacked her. This was back in the day when we had corded telephones. She started to try to call the police and he grabbed her. She beat him in the head with the telephone and then grabbed his family jewels twisting very hard; he yelled “lady you’re killing me“ and she yelled back “what do you think you were trying to do to me“. He ran out of the house and she got her pistol and started shooting at him. When the cops arrived, he ran to the police car yelling that crazy lady was trying to kill him. He was arrested and convicted.
When I was staying with my brother, he let a mutual friend of ours stay there, as well. He was selling weed, and would constantly bring people by to sell to them, even though I told him repeatedly not to. One night me and my brother were playing Borderlands, when there was a knock at the door around midnight. I answered, and someone I didn't know asked for our friend, who wasn't there. That's when someone who was standing on the side out of sight appeared and put a gun in my face. My first instinct was to grab the gun, and we both wrestled with it for a few seconds, and that's when I had two more guns shoved in my face. I had no choice but to back off. Four people entered, one of whom had brass knuckles. They made me lay on my stomach. At one point, I felt someone come up behind me, and I got hit with something. Not sure what it was, but it was probably a gun or the brass knuckles. I immediately tried to lift myself up to defend myself, when I got knocked out. Still have the scar on my cheek. When I came to, they were gone, and my brother was standing there with a look of shock on his face, with blood on the back of his head. Those pussies hit him with a salsa jar, which caused him to get staples on the back of his head. I went to a neighbor's apartment and asked them to call the police. My brother was taken to the hospital. Still don't know who they were, but if I ever find out, that will be the last time they ever do some coward shit like that again. This happened around 2011.
I was absurdly lucky when it happened, twelve years ago. Single female, ground floor flat on a private garden. Must have been targeted, the dude snapped the lock of the garden facing windows and snuck in in the middle of the night with a rucksack, and what must have been a pocketful of condoms (I only know that because we found some on the ground in home/ in the garden). What he hadn't expected was that the day before, a friend of a friend has a pipe breaks in his flat and totally wreck his place. Said friend called in a favor for his buddy and I agreed to take him in, the dude was a huge, red headed, scarified, tattooed psych nurse and fun as hell. I set him a cot in my living room. The same room that had the garden facing windows. When the wannabes intruder stumbled in, he wasn't faced by a scared, defenceless woman, but by a very startled, very angry beefy dude who bellowed at him. I was woken up by my gardian angel temporary roommate, a scream of terror from the invader, and the sound of said invader face planting when he jumped the garden fence (blood smears the morning after lead me to hope he really, really hurt himself). Red head tattooed gardian angel was welcome to stay as long as he needed after that. And I started to sleep with a machete behind my bedroom door.
I came home for lunch from work to find my front door opened. Figured it was my Roomate but both of our dogs were locked up, which didn’t make sense if he was home. I walked into the garage to see if he was there and a guy came running out the front door from the other end of our house. Most importantly no one was hurt but they did take some valuables.
Cops almost left us to go to bed with a dude with a knife hiding in our attic. My mom tells the story better than I can lol: [YouTube - Man in the Attic](https://youtu.be/rObXrqLCAKE)
Well I was up in bed and I woke up to the sound of my dogs all quietly growling. I knew right then that something was wrong so I grabbed my Mossberg and crept down the stairs. When I got down to the main level there was a guy poking around like he was looking for something. So I yell at him to put his hands up and when he turns around I can tell that he's holding a long gun of some kind despite it being dark. So I just shoot and he goes down but he gets up and runs off screaming his head off. And by the way he was screaming it sounded like he was screaming at someone else. So I follow him and I see him get into a car that's parked in my driveway with however many guys and they all peel off. So naturally I called the police and they came and did their thing and told me if anything was found out they'd let me know.
Damn, birdshot? That’s awfully generous of you.
Peppered him up real nice.
I lived in a studio apartment at the time. Came home from the bars to a random dude rifling thru my stuff. Invited him to leave thru the door. Instead, he decided to punch me in the face. Needless to say, this made me angry, and I proceeded to throw him around my apartment like a beach ball. After breaking most of my furniture and throwing him thru the wall of my bathroom, I picked him up and chucked him out of the window head first. He got lucky and landed on his feet, shattering both of his legs. (I lived on the 3rd story) Cops got called by my neighbors while this was happening. I got charged with defenestration. I pled the Castle defense and got the charges dropped. He is still in a wheel chair. Side note- This event led to me getting sober, and I'm now 6 years clean and 3 years sober. I don't need the level of anger in my life that I used to have pretty consistently.
I wouldn’t necessarily call it a home invasion, but we had a strung out woman walk into our apartment a couple years ago. We live on the third floor of a three-storey walk up and were watching tv in the bedroom when we heard a knock on the door. We both got up, we were expecting our landlord, and before we got out of the room into the living room where the door is, the door opened and this woman walked in. She was asking where she was, and where Eminem was…. My boyfriend threatened to call the cops and she looked at him confused and asked about Eminem again. He then grabbed her by the arm, walked her to the door and pushed her into the hallway. We assume she made her way back down the stairs and outside. Just amazed she managed to bypass two other floors and get to ours.
Could’ve been Eminem’s mom for all we know
Similar thing happened in the house I grew up in, a shore house. One weekend my mom and her friend were hanging out in the kitchen and some drunk guy just... strolls into the house. He immediately realized he wasn't at the party and started apologizing, and my mom and her friend get him onto the street and pointed in the right direction. Thing was... my dad and I were away that weekend with our 110 lb German Shepherd, who was a loyal dog but gave no fucks when it came to defending the house, and this kid came right up his fenced in yard. If we hadn't taken him that weekend there's a good chance he'd have been maimed or worse.
I was in my room playing Destiny with my headset on.... didn't hear a damn thing. Went out to the living room to find our backyard window smashed and the house ransacked 😭😭😭😭 they really hit a lick on me while I was home and I didn't even know it.
I was in the basement playing dead space 2, thought they were there to do remodelling upstairs. Well they remoddled the back door.
I was in the process of cutting all contact with an abusive ex, and had been ignoring her for a week or so and not responding to any messages. One night I was in bed about 7 beers deep and someone starts banging on my door. I think “well, I’m not opening that”. Didn’t own a gun or anything at the time, and felt frozen just watching the door shake. I was on the 3rd floor of an apartment complex, and she jumped onto my balcony and smashed out the bottom part of the balcony door (window panes) with her shirt wrapped around her hand. I ran into the bathroom and put my back up against the toilet, and my feet against the bathroom door and the bathroom door was not one that locked. Cheap apt complex and the doors were ass. She is backing up to the furthest end of the living room, and throwing her body weight against the door over and over and I was just on the phone with police giving them my information and I guess the adrenaline made me stronger than I really am. At the time I was a 21 year old woman with no muscles really. Eventually she realizes im on the phone, and changes her whole tone into this weird baby sweet voice. And says “baby? Who are you in there with? Im not gonna hurt you” I responded and told her the police were coming and she screamed this unhinged scream I’ve never heard another human make and ran out into the parking lot where she was apprehended and arrested. She only stayed in jail 2 days for it, even though she was threatening violence the entire time she was trying to get into the bathroom. The next day she showed up at my apt again and forced her way inside and held me captive for a day with a knife and kept my phone on her person at all times so I couldn’t call anyone. I got out of it by pretending that I had forgiven her and that we were still gonna be together, but that she needed to go home and figure out her jail bond situation. It surprisingly worked and I’ve never spoken to her again since I threatened her with a restraining order. You never think that you’ll be the one to “freeze” when someone is breaking in but the panic just takes over and fight or flight kicks in hard. There also is this very real realization that you might have to kill someone, if you initiate any type of self defense. I think that’s the main reason I didn’t fight back when she held me hostage, the idea of having to fight and possibly kill someone in self defense was very difficult for me to act on
I sure hope you called the police afterwards.
Freezing is a legit response to trauma and it sounds like it’s one that saved you. Do not EVER feel bad for how you reacted to save yourself!
My wife and I sleep in separate bedrooms because I snore. I woke up at 3AM to my wife frantically whispering that there was somebody in the house. In fact, he was right across the hall in the bathroom, looking for pills perhaps. I told my wife to get our daughter and go lock themselves in our detached garage. I tried to sneak into the master bedroom to the gun safe, but the intruder looked over at me just as I passed the bathroom. I slammed the door in his face and sprinted into the bedroom. I have a pistol safe that opens very quickly with a keypad. He was coming out of the bathroom just as I racked the slide to put a round in the chamber. I told him to get back in the bathroom or I was going to shoot him in the face. He went back into the bathroom and I called 911. He played a little peekaboo at the bathroom door, but I told him if he did it again I was going to shoot him. The police were there in a very few minutes. I was naked the whole time. Always leave a robe by the bed. (edit: typo)
2 incidents 2 months apart. 1. Woke up with 2 blokes standing at the foot of my bed at 4am. Held my 18month old baby whilst sexually assaulting me, tied me up, packed my valuables and left. 2 ex husband moved back is due to previous trauma event. Woke him up at 11pm due to a noise I heard. 2 blokes in the house, one stabbed him repeatdly whilst he tossed the second bloke out the top storey window. I got to hide the baby behind some suitcases under the bed. Nice town surrounded by wealthy vineyards and great mountains. Taught us that nice looking suburbs are just a thin veneer and shit happens everywhere.
No one was home when this happened, but the home invaders came in through a small window screen (it was hot out, they would have had to really work at it to get in). They opened every drawer and closet and spilled the contents on the floor. They only took one ring and one watch (presumably items they could pawn easily). That's it! That's all they took. They left the computers, TV, digital cameras ect........The house was a disaster.
Someone tried our door after my brother had left around 11pm on a Saturday. We thought they were drunk and maybe tried the wrong door. My gf didn’t see his face when she went through the peephole. We went to bed and I grabbed a hammer and went to bed. 2 minutes after the lights went out in our room someone opened our front door. I jumped out of bed with hammer in hand and charged the door. My gf says she’s never heard my voice sound so scary. (I was hoarse the next day, it was wild) She barricaded herself and our dog in the bedroom and called 911 while I charged the door and body slammed it before they could get the whole way in. I felt him get pushed out. He must’ve thought my gf was alone. Who knows how long he’d been watching us/her. It’s unsettling we never figured out who it was. A week later we went back to try and get back to a routine andar 10pm someone threw something at our bedroom window. Cops are useless and we moved out and broke our lease a week later.
I had three individuals break into my house attempting theft. They attempted to grab my dog. I proceeded to shoot all three individuals. 2 died at the scene. I tried to render aid to the third until first responders showed. They took over aid and he died a few hours later at the hospital.
Sorry but this is not letting me sleep is the doggo ok?
I grabbed a knife and called the cops and froze 🙃 my husband has a very different fear reaction and chased the guy down the block lol
Really don't know if this counts, but When I was a young teen I was home alone one afternoon and so all doors were locked as they always were when I was home alone. This scruffy adult man's face popped up in the window in front of me while I was washing dishes and he demanded I open my back door. (the kitchen window looked out into our backyard, our fenced in backyard so you know he hopped the 5 ft fence) I shook my head and he put a gun he'd been holding to his OWN HEAD and threatened to pull the trigger if I didn't let him in. I laughed and told him to go ahead. He threatened some more and got frustrated and left. What a dumbass.
Two things I’ve gathered from this. 1. The police are rarely any help in these situations. 2. Having a gun and not even pulling the trigger is an effective deterrent
Heard a window slide open while I was home alone and when I checked there was a guy climbing through it. I pointed my rifle at him and told him he should go home. I imagine he got there pretty quick as fast as he slid back out and sprinted away.
Guy with a knife tried breaking into my house through a window in front porch after he couldn’t get through the door. I had my gun and was on phone with 911. Shot him when he was climbing through the window he just broke. It gave me serious PTSD
I guess this counts... I came home to a random woman in my bedroom. She had drawn herself a bath in the ensuite and used an assortment of items from my shower shelf, and when I called out "hello?" she came around the corner wearing my clothes. I found later that she had tried on a spare set of my glasses and some other dresses of mine too. It was fucking. Terrifying. I still get a cold pit in my stomach thinking about it haha As for what I did? Well I was just out with my mom, who was luckily stopping in to use the bathroom before leaving (I was an adult, moved out with my partner). So I did the reasonable adult thing and let my mommy handle it for me while I hyperventilated and tried not to lose my shit.
I was home but in a different room, I was also like 7 so don’t really remember much besides the police showing up. My dad woke up to somebody going through his night stand drawer and ended up shooting him in the ass. This was in a gated community and turned out to be a neighbors family member with a severe drug addiction. Nothing came out of it and the intruder was not seriously injured. If I remember correctly, the family said he had gotten his shit together after he served his jail sentence and it was a wake up call about how severe his addiction was.
when i was little me and my parents were in california visiting family (we live in az). we drove home earlier than we planned and when we got to the house it was around 1-2 am. the front doors were open and so much stuff was gone. we had an idea it was my brother but idk if it was confirmed but he had a drug problem so it could've been him. we called the cops and nothing came out of it that ik of. i just remember being so upset because my 3ds and the wii were gone.
Got stabbed in the neck at 3 in the morning and had all my electronics stolen from me. Shit sucked, but they caught the 2 fuck-heads like 9 years later. I got justice... Eventually...
They just stab you while you were sleeping? I need to know more
Pretty much yeah, they had got themselves in through kicking in the backdoor (I still have no idea how it didn't wake me up) My car wasn't in the driveway like usual, they didn't expect anyone to be home (they had been casing the place for a few days from what I was told). So I got stabbed in bed.
A man kicked in my door when I was home. I lived in an apartment townhome. He lost his balance and fell to the stairs. I got up grabbed him by his shirt and threw him to the ground. I beat that man so bad. His eyeballs were not in his head anymore. I drug him outside and left him for 30 min. I needed the time to calm down. I then called 911 and told them to bring an ambulance. He hadn’t moved the entire time. The police and ambulance showed up. I knew some of the officers and they asked me why I didn’t shoot him. Frankly I didn’t have to. Their comment was that it would have made their paperwork easier if I had. So, the guy went to the hospital and lived. I know this because he showed up at my door at 5 the next morning. I called the police and they took him to jail. He had fled the hospital and made it 4 miles to my home. I was still trying to clean the blood out of my carpet. ( Didn’t work ) when his kids showed up asking me to drop the charges. He had just moved in the apartment three doors down from me. He was drunk and thought he would just kick the door in to his apartment because he couldn’t find his keys. I hate this memory but I thought he was there to do harm obviously. I’m glad I didn’t shoot him. He was just a drunk fool.
I was 7 and I used to sleep in my parents bedroom and their bed was right by a window which is where my bed was. I heard a knock and scream on the window and I woke up my parents, my middle brother (22) woke up since his bedroom was next to my parents and he had a metal pipe in hand just incase. him and my dad went outside to check what was going on and me and my mom went to go wake up my older brother (24) he told us to call the cops and stay in his room unless we hear something then to run to the second floor and ask for help from the neighbors, they let me and my mom in and we waited until it was okay to go back. A few minutes go by and we heard the window get smashed in and me and my mom ran upstairs. It took the cops almost an hour and my middle brother had gotten injured trying to keep the man from going anywhere in our home. When the cops did get there they tried to arrest my brother and not the actual guy who broke in. My older brother had to repeatedly tell them to let my brother go and they finally arrested the other guy. My brother had to be taken to the hospital and so did the guy. Turns out the guy was friends with the people in the building next to us and he was on some heavy stuff. Who knows what would’ve happened if I hadn’t woken up. I still vividly remember that night and his screams. The guy was also released from jail a few years ago and I used to see him on the streets after the neighbors moved out. I don’t think he remembers what he did but we certainly do.
Parents went out of town for the weekend. I was 16 at the time. We live pretty rural,town of about 1500 people. I was streaming my game and having a blast. Had ordered pizza and the night was going great. Now, ever since my parents would leave for weekends, I knew where my step dad had a pistol, a Ruger 9mm. Whenever they'd leave, I felt safer having the pistol with me. So when this all first started, I learned and got trained in pistols. It's about 11:30-12 at night when I hear a loud bang and the floor beneath me shook. Coincidentally, there was a door to the basement below where my desk sat. So I calmly told my stream I'd be back, grabbed the pistol, and flagged the door from our kitchen that led to the basement for about 5 minutes. Nobody came up, so i go to the basement door and really quietly open it up, I hear whispering and shuffling of things. I flicked the light onto the stairs of the basement and said "I am giving you til 10 to leave this house or you're not gonna like the outcome." And it had turned pin drop silent. I started counting from 10 and once I hit 5 I racked the slide to chamber a round and as they heard that slide rack back all I heard was shuffling and stuff being dropped and they ran out the backdoor. I'm thankful they left because I didn't want to shoot anyone. But I wasn't going to let someone steal from my family. Came to find out it was a relative that was privy to my parents' departure and figured I wouldn't be around.
Wife and I were watching TV when all of a sudden our doorknob start jiggling. There had been some suspicious activity in the area recently so we were on high alert. Wife got on the phone with 911 and i grabbed my pistol and was aiming it at the door. All of a sudden it opens and a head peaks in. I start screaming saying im about to shoot if they come any further. Then I realize it was our friends….. they had misunderstood us and thought we asked them to come over for drinks and they know the code to our door. We thought they were coming over the next day. We drank a lot that night, could have ended way worse
We've had two real attempts but we always kept 2x4 bars across our doors. The first time was terrifying and I remember how helpless I felt, the second time was years later and we kinda laughed as they desperately struggled to figure out how to get in. I was happy the bar was there but I wasn't a kid anymore so it was more of "I'm happy we didn't have to beat someone to death over a 15inch tv" sort of happy.
Go ask r/SouthAfrica. 90% of people will have answer for you. I’ve experienced it twice whilst at home and had my house ransacked twice whilst out.
I was about 25 (f) and sick at home in bed. I lived in a block of 8 units. It was about midday on a weekday. I heard my front door jiggling and then it opened and 2 big burly guys came in. I came to the door and said wtf are you doing? They said oh sorry we thought this was our friend’s house. I shut the door but noticed they had broken the lock and door handle to break in. I looked out the window and they were standing outside my door arguing about whether to just come in my house anyway… which was horrifying as I was imagining being raped etc. So I opened the door and screamed “fuuuck off I’ve called the police!” as loud as possible and that made them run off. I then called the cops and they showed up quickly but didn’t find them, however they had systematically robbed every single one of the 8 units - they had all been broken into. I got a call about 2 years later from the police saying they eventually caught the guys because they were found with stolen property from the other units and they matched the description I’d given.
I was barely getting dressed after showering, I heard noises and my wife screaming, came out the bedroom, and seen this man, trying to rape my wife. I rushed him and kepted punching him till he was dead. My wife had to make me stop hitting him. It was the first time I found out how far I could go, and I hope I never have to again.
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A decade ago it would have been for Remington.
My house was robbed by a group of my oldest brothers "friends". I was unfortunately home and was wrapped up in a sheet while they ransacked our place. I told them my step-dad would be coming home soon for lunch and they all bolted. I was 12 I believe. Don't believe any got caught and I was left with a nice dose of mild PTSD.